Gerald Fischman’s funeral was, unexpectedly, a love song.
By that, I mean that I drove three hours from Harrisonburg, Va., to attend my former colleague’s funeral on Sunday in Olney, Md., expecting to hear more regrets about gun violence and worries over attacks on the press.
Instead, Gerald’s wife, Erica Fischman, and his stepdaughter read five love poems he had written for them through the years during the service. One marked the 11th anniversary of his marriage before he was shot and killed along with four other staffers in the offices of the Capital Gazette in Annapolis. The number 11 was an ideal symbol for husband and wife, 1+1, the poet explained.