Gone, but not forgotten

I went to a very lovely funeral yesterday. This is really a sentence I never imagined I'd type. The funeral was not for someone I knew, although I met him a couple of times. He was the father of a friend. During the course of the eulogy, I thought it is a fitting testimony to what a wonderful man he must have been that everything they said could also be said about his son (our friend). He may be gone, but he will live on in the example he set for the subsequent generations of his family.

Also I hugged people while at the service. I'd hate for that to catch on.