My uncle David Collis Hewitt passed away recently. We had known for some time that his death was imminent. I did not really grieve, however, until just before his casket was sealed.
From my childhood, I remember that he would play board games with us when we visited the family farm. When I became an adult, he gave me one of his paintings to hang above my desk. He was a good uncle.
In his last years, the inoperable brain tumor in his frontal lobe had changed his personality. When I visited him in the nursing home, he seemed to switch between his old persona and a new one. Each had a different voice.
The funeral service featured a Christian sermon and a Mason death ceremony. Both had something to say about our mortality. An Optihumanist memorial service would be quite different.
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