In August 1988, a few days before my 28th birthday and five weeks before our wedding, my mother died after a long battle with cancer. It hit me very hard. Nine years later my father died. I was somewhat surprised that I was composed on the day of Dad's funeral. The funeral director, Tom Givnish, is a very good friend of mine. I told Tom that my seeming composure must be due to the fact that this had been my second time around. Tom said, and I'll never forget this, "No, that's not it at all. I've been to hundreds of funerals, hundreds, and it is always different with Moms, always!"
O.D.O.o.O.D.B.
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