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Yesterday I headed back to the small community where I grew up to attend the internment of my brother's ashes. The day was perfect, warm and sunny with enough breeze to shake a gentle flurry of leaves onto the gathering. There was a crowd of about 60, comprised of siblings, nephews and a niece, cousins, neighbors and some folks who had been caught up in my brother's orbit over the years.
These days one hears the phrase "a Celebration of Life" . This was it. The minister had known Lorne for over 20 years and he made sure to respect Lorne's wishes that everyone should have a laugh or two. A sister who was not able to return home for the service sent a tribute which was read by Karen. She expressed what I tried to say in my original post and more. (She even noted Lorne's memory for people, places and things, adding he would sometimes recall things you would rather be forgotten. )
My nephew Sandy played the bagpipes and we relocated to the community hall for more catching up, light snacks and photos.
Not a tear was shed. It was truly a confirmation of a life well lived.
Thank you all again for your heartfelt condolences.

Best
Les