I’ve just finished watching George W. Bush’s eulogy of his father, George H. W. Bush, for the third time. I don’t refer to them with any presidential designations, because the funeral, the eulogy, is more important than that. Before anything, this was a funeral, the speech a eulogy.
For those who are wondering, I’m registered as an independent voter, and I have voted for candidates from both parties for POTUS.
I don’t get on Facebook much, but I’ve avoided it especially of late because I knew people would be politicizing this service and its parts, and I try to shield my soul from such drag.
This was a funeral. A man died. A family is grieving. Do we not know enough of social grace and respectful decorum to leave it at that and not make it political?
Keeping political opinions out of it allows me to see this for what it was: a beautiful and touching eulogy. I can only hope that people would care to say such things about me when I pass.
Here it is, if you haven’t seen it; I think it can be a blessing.
Thanks, friends. God bless you, W. Rest In Peace, Mr. President.