The best (and worst at the same time) parts were the Honor Guard folding of the American Flag with taps played on the bugle by the Navy officers (Pepere was in the Navy), the memorials read by my aunts and uncles, and my Memere telling me at the mercy meal that all she wanted to do was go home and have a good cry... then she told me about how every night she'd go over and kiss Pepere on the forehead and he'd say, "I'll see you in the morning, God willing." And then at the funeral home before they closed the casket, she kissed him on the forehead for the last time.
I'm going to miss his smiling face so much.
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