It Was A Sad But Beautiful Day!

Estimated reading time: 2 minutes I woke up SORE with my lower back screaming in agony.  We had to get up early because we were going to Jeff’s “funeral” at the cemetery just three miles down the road.   It was a small group, perhaps 12-14 of his dear friends.  The ceremony was small but nicely done.  Pam read a poem she wrote called “Daddy’s Little Girl,” which made several dry eyes start to rain.

Goodbye, my friend.  I’m grateful for every laugh, every talk, every moment.  Rest in peace.

We did not go to lunch with everybody as we had planned.  My back would NOT want to sit for 90 minutes on the patio at Rockwell’s.  When we returned, we (read MARY) began packing for Saturday’s trip.  I was going to practice for WGND, but that would require me to be upright in the heat!

We spent the entire afternoon selecting clothes, and Mary ironed 10 shirts/blouses for the trip.  We did see a lot of TV.

With Mary’s assistance, we put together the roll-around clothes rack, which makes it easy to see what we have selected before we begin folding everything.

We did NOT take many pictures (zero, to be exact).  We crashed early, around 9:00 pm.