Funeral remarks for Frances Willis
16 June 2016
Joel G. Hancock
2 Samuel 3:38 — And the king said unto his servants, Know ye not that there is a prince and a great man fallen this day in Israel?
It is entirely appropriate on this occasion to observe for anyone who might yet not be aware,… “know ye not that there is a princess, and a great woman fallen this day in Israel?”
Frances Lee Willis Anglesey: Life Sketch
Thursday, June 16, 2016
I’m Alisa Anglesey, the oldest daughter of Ben and Fran Anglesey. On behalf of our family, Thank You for coming today. No one ever really needs to attend a funeral for the one who has passed on. They’re alright. And I imagine in Mom’s case, they’re probably still swapping stories at her Welcome Home party… going on Day 3, now.
But for those of us left behind: Somewhere through the haze of pain and grief, these barely perceptible pin-pricks of light making their way mysteriously through that fog: These genuine expressions of love and support—however small—help us see just a bit into the coming weeks and months ahead; and to know that life will go on as it must.
So, thank you: Those who are here; and especially those who have traveled great distances—at great personal sacrifice—to be here. We love you and are grateful for you.
Frances Lee Willis Anglesey passed from this life surround by her loved ones Thursday, June 13, 2016, at four o’clock in the afternoon. She was born to Telford and Gertrude Willis one bright October day in 1929—the fourth of seven children. They all lived on an isle nestled in the protective sound between the mainland and a narrow strip of Outer Banks framing the coastline of North Carolina. Continue reading
One for the Road
A poem I wrote for my dialects class. It’s a feel-good, thinkin’ kind o’ thing. <meta name=”p:domain_verify” content=”096e8b949c0c7d6b143a6b6225169bd8″/>
If you see me in the hall appearing distracted
it’s only because I’m living on the verge of tears these days.
Not tears of sorrow nor of fear, but for the near constant state
of amazement that pervades my overworked consciousness.
Watching the gifts of money and time and support distill upon this endeavor
as a gentle dew, I am filled with wonder and consuming awe.
That anyone would share of their substance in such a way is to me
a divine act, worthy of profound respect and gratitude unending.
To those who have given of your means toward the creation of this film,
May God’s blessings attend you for your kindness, generosity,
and child-like faith in the imagined dream, though yet unseen.
These funds are sacred to me and will be managed with commensurate care.
I am speechless. And so I write the colors of my heart.
It’s times such as these that mere prose fails to illustrate
a depth of feeling unexpressed. Even poetry for all its pomp falls short.
And so I say with flawed benediction, “Thank you for believing! You ROCK!”
P.S. — You may view the final product here. https://vimeo.com/meetusatthecorner/listen
Thanks again for your support!
A Case of “the Ben’s”
No, I don’t mean, “the bends,” as in decompression sickness from coming up from a ridiculous depth on an undersea or outerspace adventure. I mean, “the Ben’s” as in “the Chad’s,” or “the Michael’s,” or “the Derrick’s.” Let me try this again.
For some reason, there are a lot of fellows named, “Ben” in my life. Not least of which is my own dear father. His name is not “Benjamin.” It never has been. It is simply, “Ben.” His mother was a bit of a purist.
It’s August… again.
Sometime, while you’re waiting at the dentist’s office or in a DMV line and have nothing better to do, take an inventory of the times in your life when you’ve had a serious injury or illness. Note the time of year; perhaps even the month if you remember it. If you’re anything like me—and really, I pray you are not, for your own sake—you may notice that there is a time of year that appears to be a bit more “dangerous” than the norm. I’m really not sure if I’m alone in this, but I usually find that where there is one, there will be more.
My Nanna: The Great Green Leviathan
Did you know that New Hampshire is the only state that does not require anyone over the age of 18 to wear a seatbelt? All other states have seatbelt laws of varying severity for travelers of all ages. While the United States was right in step with the rest of the world for the installment of “safety restraints”, we were nearly dead last (right along with the U.K. and Hong Kong) to make it a legislated requirement. Australia won that race, requiring the use of seat belts as early as 1970, with New Zealand, France, and Singapore following hot on their heels. The U.S. didn’t get serious about safety belts until 1984, when New York became the first state to make it mandatory.