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By Laura Isensee in Los Angeles Independent.ie Thursday July 02 2009 Actor Ryan O'Neal led friends and family in a private funeral service for actress Farrah Fawcett, who died last week aged 62 after a long and public battle with cancer.  O'Neal, the long-time companion of the 'Charlie's Angels' star, was one of the pall-bearers and gave a reading at the service at Los Angeles Roman Catholic Cathedral of Our Lady of the Angels.Redmond O'Neal, the 'Love Story' actor's 24-year-old son with Fawcett, was allowed briefly out of jail where he is being held on drugs possession charges to attend the funeral service. Redmond also gave a bible reading, according to a programme made available to the media. Fellow 'Charlie's Angels' star Kate Jackson, former model Cheryl Tiegs and rocker Rod Stewart's ex-wife Alana Stewart were also among the mourners. Fawcett's Los Angeles cancer doctor, Dr Lawrence Piro, delivered the eulogy with Stewart. Fawcett's coffin was taken into the church as a quartet of musicians played 'Amazing Grace' and Irving Berlin's love song 'Always', according to the programme. Outside, a few dozen fans watched as Fawcett's casket was taken inside, covered with sprays of bright yellow flowers that seemed to reflect the sunny smile and golden hair that made Fawcett a worldwide star 30 years ago. Fawcett died in a Los Angeles hospital on Thursday with O'Neal and Stewart at her side after a long struggle to beat anal and then liver cancer. A personal video diary chronicling her cancer treatments was broadcast on US television in May. Watching from the street, Karla Dishon (47) said she had come to pay tribute to Fawcett -- a star whose hairstyle she had copied as a teenager like millions of others around the world. "All the girls did -- wavy, pretty, surfer, California girl hair," Dishon said. "She is an icon and she is a very beautiful woman, and I think it's too bad that we lost her so young." _____ This poem was printed in Farrah's funeral programme: At That Hour --by James Joyce  At that hour when all things have repose, O lonely watcher of the skies, Do you hear the night wind and the sighs Of harps playing unto Love to unclose The pale gates of sunrise? When all things repose, do you alone Awake to hear the sweet harps play To Love before him on his way, And the night wind answering in antiphon Till night is overgone? Play on, invisible harps, unto Love, Whose way in heaven is aglow At that hour when soft lights come and go, Soft sweet music in the air above And in the earth below. Image | ||||||||||
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