Just after my father, who was a career Air Force NCO, passed away, all my brothers and sisters returned home to be with Mom. As we reminisced about my dad, we found ourselves floating from sorrow to laughter as we brought up fond memories of our nomadic military lifestyle. One morning we were discussing what music should be played at the funeral and several hymns were suggested. "But, Mom," my older sister said, "since Daddy was in the Air Force, shouldn’t we request the Air Force song?"
"No, dear," my mother said with a smile. "We are not playing a song with the words ‘Off we go into the wild blue yonder’ at your father’s funeral!"