|Bob with "Ronnie" (a cat he named after me) and "Stormy", a brother and sister duo who showed up on his doorstep one rainy night|
I've never spoken at a funeral service. I wanted to at both my father's funeral service in 2000 and my Mother's funeral service in 2010, but I didn't. I was afraid I couldn't get through my words without breaking down. Lucky for me one of my brothers is a care pastor, and he has spoken at hundreds if not thousands of funeral services and he read my words.
I want to speak at my friend Bob's memorial service. I feel the need to pay him this one last honor and also to share the Bob that I knew with the new friends he made when he moved to Delaware over thirty years ago.
Am I afraid I will choke up? You bet. In fact I know I will. Heck, I choked up testifying before both Delaware state legislators for marriage equality. I am an emotional person. Why even last night my friend Pat was reading "The Velveteen Rabbit" to me over FaceTime and I choked up at the ending of the story. I don't know how many times I've seen "Dark Victory" with Bette Davis but choke up every time she climbs those stairs to her bedroom for the last time.
Pat gave me some advice. He said "Write what you're going to say down on paper. Practice it in front of a mirror at least twenty times. You'll get through it."
Good advice Pat! I'll start this week.
Bob's memorial service will take place Saturday, October 25th at the Metropolitan Community Church in Rehoboth Beach. Bob used to love going to church. I went a few times with him (at his urging) but I could never get into it like he did. But this time I'm making an exception. I owe it to him. He was my friend.
|Bob at the White Caps Cafe, Oak Orchard, Delaware - 2000|