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  • One of the most moving moments of what was probably the most emotional day of my life.

    The day we said farewell to my Dad, who at that point in his life was also, strangely and inexplicably, my dearest friend.

    The day we honored his life and his light, in story and in song.

    A true celebration, for a life well-lived and full right to the very end...

    Brother Ken chose to sing, a cappello, a most haunting tune, a spare but deeply forlorn cry out from the depths of the spirit, with his deep, booming vocal, giving us all space and a moment, in the midst of the celebration and the stories, in which to share our communal grief at our loss of a great man and a dear friend. He found this in the Philadelphia Public library, written by Gordon Bok, last line adapted by Ken:

    "It's sad I was, and sore I was

    And lonesome to the bone.

    A grey a grass, a green a grass...

    A water over stone.

    Oh, lay a rose upon a rose,

    And take away the lone.

    "It's sad I was, and sore I was

    And lonesome to the bone.

    A grey a grass, a green a grass...

    A water over stone.

    So, lay your rose upon my rose,

    Then take away this lone."

    I still miss my best friend, so many years later. This song helps me when the miss gets strong...

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