Friday we had meetings in Trujillo and also a going away party for President and Sister Marler of the Trujillo North Mission. I stayed in town while Ken came back for the official memorial service. Once again he helped them plan talks on the Plan of Salvation and several eulogies. Everything went smoothly, so he snuck away and made it back for the end of the party. What a fun surprise as he made his entrance to our warm little get together.
Saturday the activities continued. We attended the temple with 17 missionaries about to leave for home. What a beautiful experience to watch each one enter the celestial room. We shed tears. The mission feels empty without them.
After lunch it was back to Virú for the funeral. Elders Miller and Perkes accompanied us, and were much appreciated by the family, especially Sister Zanelli who prepares missionary meals at her home. She always called Elder Miller one of her sons, so they had an emotional reunion. By then it was apparent that the family hadn't slept and had wept nonstop. Still we gathered on the street outside the church for the grand procession to the cemetery. Fortunately we had big strong police officers to carry the casket, and also a marching band, as we made our rounds to various homes to say goodbye: his home, his grandparent's home and his parent's home. They stopped head first in front of each home then dipped the coffin low as if to bow or curtsey in farewell. Next we stopped in at the town hall where the mayor gave an honorary speech. Then it was up the hill to the cemetery for the final stop. Don Carlos Luis Zanelli was remembered with much love and honor.
|It was a sad funeral procession.|
|A solemn group of police officers accompanied us.|
|They carried the coffin on their shoulders.|
|The coffin dipped a curtsey to say farewell at each of his homes.|
|And the band played on.|
|We delivered the casket to the town hall so the mayor could give an honorary speech.|
|Then our procession marched around the corner and up the hill to the final resting place.|
|Elders Miller, Whitney and Perkes|
|One last goodbye as they poke their heads into the crypt before it gets bricked up.|