I just attended a service of remembrance for someone I never met.
He was a long-term resident of the retirement community that I just moved into a month ago.
He was also a music critic.
So the remembrances were mixed, with people recalling
the honesty and sharpness of the music reviews,
and the gentleness and reticence of the man himself.

A classical guitarist opened and closed the service with solos.
He closed with the lullaby theme from Aaron Copland's Billy the Kid,
and that gentle melody is still ringing in my ears now.