It was chilly and gray outside Good Shepherd Episcopal Church, where lines of police cars and a horse-drawn hearse waited at the funeral of Carole Bizzack.
In life, Bizzack had always said the church was the warmest place in Lexington, other than her own home; inside, it glowed with memories.
"I never wanted the memories. I only wanted you," her son, Jason, said during her funeral yesterday. "When someone you love becomes memory, the memory becomes a treasure."
Bizzack died aboard Comair Flight 5191, on her way to an Alaskan cruise. World traveler was one role on the long list defining the 64-year-old Lexington woman: mom, equestrian, aunt, animal-lover, friend, Christmas shopper, PTA president, hugging expert.
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Her husband, John, the commissioner of the state Department of Criminal Justice Training, remembered the day they met, 41 years ago this month. She helped load him into a vehicle after a football injury. Teen-age John was struck with the young secretary, and picking up mail from her office became a daily routine.
"I learned the meaning of the word infatuation," John Bizzack said. While he was a desert plain, he said, she was a glorious mountain. He was a brown suit and cowboy boots; she was clothing of every color.
Even in the church filled with mourners, her daughter, Stacey, wore light blue; her mom, she said, wouldn't want her to wear black.