We Don't Do Funerals

On Sunday we attended a baptism service at a church with a very different "spirit" than our own. Even the children mentioned that they felt drained of joy afterward. I left yearning for a good funeral. See, we "don't do funerals" in our neck of the woods. Instead, we celebrate life and home-goings with singing, clapping, and happy tears. Last night we celebrated the life of our old friend Wes. He was 92 when he passed away peacefully at the local VA Hospital. He was a father, grandfather, retired mill worker, a serviceman and and poet (see photo). It was a beautiful, spirit-filled service. Miss Rosie sand beautifully as did the choir. The piano and the congregation's voices filled the sanctuary and the seats bounced. I left with the feeling that I'd "been to the well." A beautiful song by Brad Paisley, on this the anniversary of 9/11