inspite of it all the father he knew was kind and 0 blijing to everyone.he would later recall he never spoke ill of anybody. i would have thought he had a lot of resentment built in. it wasn't true. this was true of most of my father's generations. they were quite extraordinary in terms of simple living and high thinking and not thinking ill of other people. this morning in front of his uncles house a crowd gathered. door to door. they watched as a coffin was placed in to a glaces-topped hearse in front of the red brick house. in tribute, the men nudged their donkey away from the mourners and cleared a path for the procession. at 9:00 a.m. the hearse closely followed by cars carrying immediate family departed. he lead the crowd to white town. on the other side of town, a the formatter jailer catch one final glimpse of the man. he to no avail. on the last guest he found the right destination. clenching a fist full of flower he elbowed through a crowd of hundreds of friends, family, and strangers and made his way in the row of bodies stacked to be creement -