Cherished Memories
Yesterday I attended a funeral for a man I had only met a few times. I went, not because he meant so much to me, but because I love and support his daughters and granddaughters, one of whom is married to my son. This man has made a huge impact on my son. To what degree, remains to be seen. The visitation on the previous evening was well attended. Hundreds of people waited in line in the heat while people hugged his widow and his daughters. It's a large family, and they are very close, literally, because most of them live within a couple miles of each other. They're not only family, they are friends, neighbors and co-workers. They are a tight-knit group. My son is fortunate to have married into such a wonderful family. Personally, I can't speak to the character of this man, but the sound of sniffles and the constant patting of people's hands on each other's backs as they embraced in long, tight hugs, spoke volu...