In April 2015, a beautifully performed ceremony was conducted at David's church of many years, Mary Immaculate. Unfortunately, there was a miscommunication that prevented the Navy, in which David had served, from participating at that time. Since then, my mother-in-law has been attempting to correct this, to put together a follow up, which finally occurred this past Easter weekend. Three individuals, clad in naval whites, met at a park near Juno Beach Pier with David's remaining family (widow, sons, grandchildren, et al.) to perform a brief, yet moving tribute.
Two of the sailors performed the ritual of folding the American flag in thirteen steps, the meaning of which you can read about here
The third sailor played "Taps" on a muted ceremonial bugle.
The plan was send him off at the beach, to wander into the surf and give the departed his eternal rest, but the winds were awfully high that morning. The sons suggested we instead go to Sawfish Bay Park, a few miles away. We stood on a small fishing pier and released our friend along the Jupiter Waterway. Everyone, including David's young grandchildren, were quiet and reverent. I had never participated in such an act before. It was both solemn and jubilant.
A second ceremony, one which I could not attend, was performed a few days later at a military cemetery west of town. The remainder of David Roy's ashes were placed in a wooden box constructed by one of his sons (both are carpenters) and placed in a three foot deep plot. It was now complete.
See you later, fine sir.