Memorial

Last weekend we had an informal memorial out in my parents’ town, for my father. It was at the house, and there were close to 30 people there: extended family, neighbors, former neighbors, people who had done commercials with him, friends of my mother, friends of Brother, …. The oldest family friends were all too far away (in some cases on the other side of the country) but they all e-mailed in remarks and reminiscences. So we set out food and drinks, and then just sat and talked and mingled and told funny stories about my dad … exactly the kind of party he would have loved. Normally you don’t think of describing memorials for the dead as “fun” but in many ways it was a lot of fun.