My grandmother is finally at rest. She was eighty-seven years old and I loved her dearly. She deserves better words than I can provide at the moment.
Pastor Jones gave a touching service and I was moved by the love and sympathy shown by his congregation- after the burial we had a pot-luck banquet of hearty Lutheran fare: ham, turkey, casseroles, cakes, pies...comfort food for a sad occasion.
After the burial, my best friend Ron gave me this snapshot of his new son, Adam (9 mos. in Feb.), as well as the news that he and his wife are expecting child #2. Congrats!
I think this picture was Ron's way of telling me that life goes on. He's right.