I’ve returned from a weekend in Connecticut with family members and friends who paid their last respects for my father.
It was bittersweet, so good to see my family and yet it was clear that a member of the flock was gone. He’s gone.
This growing up thing is not always that easy.
When we first arrived at the hotel, this was waiting for us, a gift from a thoughtful niece (who has some of the most adorable kids around.) Flowers always bring a smile, regardless of the occasion. Many thanks, Lindsey.
At the memorial service, my dad was buried with full military honors – beautiful and touching. If you want to ever see me be reduced to slobbery tears, just have someone play taps – the ultimate last gesture for a soldier.
This weekend, we all cleaned house – we saved favorite shirts and sweaters that will be passed on to others – we ate – we drank – we told stories.
And told stories, and told stories.
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Wendy Thomas writes about the lessons learned while raising children and chickens in New Hampshire. Contact her at [email protected]
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