We attended Jack's funeral mass. Sharon, Tim and Tom all got up at the end of the mass and spoke. Tom thanked everyone and painted his father with a broad brush. Tim spoke the longest and told his dad's life story. I am going to try and get a copy from Tim; I think that it would be nice to have this story for our Jack to read someday. Sharon got up at the end and read a Marianne Williamson prayer that she had edited. All three of them did a wonderful job.
Along with Brun, Jim, Eric, Kevin and Erin, I was one of the pallbearers. I have never been a pallbearer. As aside, by tradition, sons are not supposed to serve as pallbearers. We carried the coffin from the outside of the chapel to the hearse.
We then moved to the gravesite about a quarter mile from the chapel. We carried the coffin from the hearse to the grave. Due to the fact that Jack was a veteran, there was an honor guard and a 21 gun salute. Each of the pallbearers set the rose that they were wearing pinned to their lapel on the top of the casket. A bugler finished the gravesite service by playing taps.
After the interment, everyone was invited back to Rosemary's house. A fairly large group from the funeral came back to the house for lunch. The family plus Brun and Jim lingered into the late afternoon.