Talia's services began very quietly. At around 1PM EST, the public geban entering and bringing additional flowers, dropping off cards and paying their personal respects.
Many were strangers that I had never before seen and there were many faces I recognized but had not seen in many years. And of course, there was the steady stream of false comforters from the various kingdoma halls we had attended as a family throughout the area.
At around 6PM, I began to address the audience that was seated in front of me and it was very difficult. I had to fight back tears, I had to rpevent from choking up, and I had to hold my breath several times to avoid falling apart. It was tough, I mean it was tougher than anything painful.
I spoke about Talia's 12 short years of life. I spoke about her mischeivous personality, her impish ways, and her infectious sense of humor. I talked about her wide variety of music tastes and her penchant for instruments and dance. I mentioned how much she loved Saturday Night Live, the Food Network, MTV, the country music channel and especially how much she loved the Simpsons and Family Guy.
I asked that all others who desired to memorialize Talia do so without resorting to sermonizing and mentioning any particualr religious beliefs out of respect primarily for Talia and then for the diversity in the crowd.
After all, I could have chosen any number of religious services, and decided to have a non-demoninational service to invite all to share in her memory. And, of course, I was taken advantage of by the ex-in-laws!
As usual, Richard E. Fuller, elder from Woonsocket Congregation in RI, and Tonya's evil father, decided to say a few words which turned out to be nothing more than patronizing and self-serving remarks about "how many witnesses" passed through the funeral home that night (although none visited Talia in the hospital), and how the Fuller family was not going to apologize for being JW's (no one asked them to, I simply asked to keep Talia's memorial service about Talia and NOT about religion or family disputes).
He rambled about how his daughter never had any mental problems when she left his house 18 years ago (he didn't mention the mental problems two of his siblings have been treated for, and his own mother-in-law, nor did he mention that Tonya never left his house 18 years ago---he threw her out for winding up on a committee case).
Basically, he made a jackass of himself and the crowd knew it. Some grandfather to Talia! He never mentioned her name in his diatribe. He never mentioned her sititng on his lap, her playing with his hair or touching his tools. No, he couldn't help but mention Jehovah's Witnesses and talk about religion on her last few minutes in public.
Fortunately for Talia, several journalists (I invited them out of instinct) took note and I remained calm and simply closed the memorial by saying "how unfortunate it was that even during Talia's last goodbye, she could not simply be remembered, but how some people in their selfish and shameless desire for exhoneration and self-promotion would use this solemn occasion to sermonize and pass judgment upon others". I was applauded.
I closed with a minute of silence for Talia. We placed her favorite things in her casket and said goodbye. I am awaiting her remains and documentation later in the week.
I will post the pictures as soon as I can squeeze in some time to do so. Thank you all for the flowers, support, and love. I owe you my life!!!