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Jack Habich
Sue's funeral was the ideal combination of sorrow and celebration; about 25% sorrow and 75% celebration.
Let's face it, Sue did not fit the profile of a sad-sack mourner, and a day without celebration would not have been an accurate reflection of her life. Again, we were there not because Sue died, but because she lived.
Ed, I think the jukebox was broken, so the after-funeral would have been right up your alley.
I spent just a few hours in Bloomington, paid my respects and had some laughs, and am glad I went. I took the train down and back, first time in 40 years or so, and found it to be a pleasant way to travel. My thanks to Mary Giermann for stepping up to pick me up at the station and delivering me back, waiting for 40 minutes for a delayed train in the process.
On the way home, I found myself in the last car, where the ISU girls going home for the weekend were partying like crazy. How quickly time passes, I thought to myself, and how Sue would have approved.
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