Every once in a while, not too often, maybe once a year, a moment in a funeral will touch me to the point of almost tears. Today was one of those days.
Nine people made a 2.5 hour drive to a little cemetery north of my town to pay tribute to someone who technically was only a friend. Friend. Not relative. At the end of the eulogy, they all sang "Carmen Ohio". He was an OSU alumni.
I personally would be just as happy with 9 of my closest friends (some of whom by coincidence are also relatives) at my funeral as I would with 200 people of various states of acquaintance.
If you are wondering, no I have never shed a tear at any funeral I was working. I suppose it could happen, it just hasn't.
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