It was back to Bergen County for the funeral Mass in Bergenfield, with beautiful eulogies by Moey’s brother Paul and Tony, Jay’s best friend since 1967. [The two men and their young brides married the same day in different states and met for the first time on their honeymoons in the Poconos.]
The last hymn was "Amazing Grace," and when we walked out onto the church steps, a bagpiper was playing the same song. It was moving.
Last night’s wake was the fourth death watch in a calendar year for me, and that’s a lot. Yesterday was the anniversary of Sis’s husband Don’s death. Then Moey’s mother-in-law; recently my mother’s brother, Uncle Jim; and now, Uncle Jay.
Memories. Remembering and missing my Dad. Dashed for excellent iced coffee in Tenafly at Cafe Angelique [sister to cafe on Bleecker Street in NYC] while I was back in the area.
Day is done, gone the sun.
Good night to you.