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A Beautiful Ceremony

Got back a little while ago from Bounce's memorial. Quite beautiful. The Civil Air Patrol Cadets had a flag ceremony, and Bounce was posthumously promoted Lieutenant. Chukka was also presented with a Letter of Commendation for Bounce from the CHP, Oakland division for outstanding step-uppitude above and beyond. And a piper in full dress uniform played Amazing Grace.

Lots of Rangers were present, many of whom I haven't seen in years. Suck of a way to do it, but it was really wonderful to see my friends with whom Lexi & I have shared so much in the past. The struggle to keep more in touch continues. I also got a msg from tongodeon saying "KRAP!" and that he'd gotten into town around 4am and just couldn't make it. I passed on his regards and those to matrushkaka (still fighting through the tail-end of Bubonic Whooping SARS) as well.

I went back and forth on whether or not I was going to speak, and in the end I did. I had to focus on the back rows of people I didn't know, because I glanced over and saw one face I knew streaming with tears and I was barely holding it together as it was. What follows is what I'm pretty sure I said. The [brackets] indicate what I planned to say, but think I forgot amidst all the up-choking going on.

I volunteered with Bounce doing first-aid out at Burning Man and at Pride.
In Sikhism there is a word, Seva.
It means "Selfless Service", service to others without thought of benefit or gain.
And whatever the profession of faith, whatever the words one uses, the call to service is a sacred one.
It is a call many in this room have heard, and answered.
It was a call that Bounce heard and made his life's calling.
[He did it with joy and compassion. He loved being of service.]
And he had this really huge smile that I'm blessed not to remember him being without.
Bounce spent his last moments on this Earth being of service to others.
And that is a sacred thing.
It is one of the beautiful things I remember about him.
Tears end. And when they do,
Those things I remember
And the memory of that smile
Are what will make me smile again.

There's one more thing I'll add here. It's a line from p. 1374 of the Sri Guru Granth Sahib:

Kabeer, bodies are like the rising and setting of the sun and moon.

Bounce's Sun and Moon have risen and set. It was a beautiful sight, while it lasted.

And yet, I know in my heart, the Light that illuminated that Sun and Moon has not gone out. It's just... elsewhere, keeping us warm in another way.

Miss you, bro.


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Jan. 15th, 2006 04:13 am (UTC)
i miss him too...
wish i could of been there... 'home'sick more than usual today.


Hows lexi feelin??
Jan. 15th, 2006 04:25 am (UTC)
Re: i miss him too...

Bubonic whooping SARS-wise, she's on the mend yet glad she has Monday off. Depression-wise, her head's above water. She sends *HUGS* back.

Get better soon, bro.
Jan. 15th, 2006 04:36 am (UTC)
What you said was perfect. And, though it was indeed a lousy reason to have to come together, it was good to see you again after so long. Namaste, my friend.
Jan. 15th, 2006 05:29 am (UTC)
You too, babe. *HUGS*
Jan. 16th, 2006 02:47 pm (UTC)
That was a lovely tribute.
Jan. 16th, 2006 08:10 pm (UTC)
Thanks. :) He was one of the most beautiful humans I've ever met.

One story told at the service was from a Pride Parade past.

Bounce came upon a twitching young reveler, juiced up on something that is probably referred to on the street by its initials, who announced with conviction, "I'm gonna die!"

Bounce, not by any means a small guy (and who could be thought of as intimidating if you had spent less than 5 seconds in his presence), just came up to him with that Obi-Wan Kenobi Jedi-of-Compassion Mind Trick™ way he had, and said:

Brother, you're not gonna die today.

And it was so. And the kid mellowed out enough to get himself treated.

I feel so blessed to have known him.
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