Bill Zuckert
15 December 1915-23 January 1997
19 February
Okay, darlings, I'm back to L.A. for my father's memorial. It's taking place on Sunday at 2p Pacific time--think of me wherever you are then.
And if you want to read a couple of things written by much better writers than I about losing one's parents, go here and here.
This is what I will sing at the memorial:
I was standin' by my window,
On a cold and rainy day
When I saw that hearse come rollin'
For to carry my papa away.
Will the circle be unbroken
By and by, Lord, by and by.
There's a better home a-waiting,
In the sky, Lord, in the sky.
Undertaker, undertaker,
Undertaker please drive slow.
For that poor old man that you're haulin' away,
Lord I sure hate to see my papa go.
Will the circle be unbroken
By and by, Lord, by and by.
There's a better home a-waiting,
In the sky, Lord, in the sky.
I will follow close behind him,
I will follow and be brave.
But I could not hide my sorrow,
When they laid my poor papa in his grave.
Will the circle be unbroken
By and by, Lord, by and by.
There's a better home a-waiting,
In the sky, Lord, in the sky.
In the sky, Lord, in the sky.
The first Christmas picture, 1966,
and the last Christmas picture, 1996.
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