THE DAY CAME WHEN Father William Turner Levy was
called on to give a final gift to his dear friend—that of presid-
ing at her funeral and burial services. Eleanor Roosevelt, First
Lady of the World, died on November 7, 1962, and was laid to
rest in the Rose Garden at Hyde Park, next to her husband,
Franklin Delano Roosevelt.
She had left, said Adlai E. Stevenson in his eulogy, “a name
to shine on the entablatures of truth. Forever.” And so it did,
and does. But for William Turner Levy, as for other devoted
friends, Mrs. Roosevelt’s name would shine forever in a different
place—the deepest recesses of the heart.
BIRTH, OVER WHICH we have no control, is when we begin to die. Life lived according to His will is for us to choose. And death? In our end is our beginning.
Not everyone is privileged to know when he will die. Not everyone would choose to know. Mrs. Roosevelt did know. I cannot say if that would have been her choice. I do know what she did with the knowledge.