
Eulogy
I was in a part of the country that I didn’t know. Sitting on a pew with strangers in a church I had heard much about but never visited. As I looked around the packed building I saw his friends, family and fellow parishioners. People acquainted with each other shared hugs and tissues. But not with me. Nobody knew me and I sat feeling lonely among the mourners. I gazed at the religious statues and the paintings on the walls. All of this would have been so familiar to him. Up ahead was the lectern where he had surely stood hundreds of times as a reader. Then the doors opened, and they carried him in. The big man with the

