Saturday morning we were meant to meet at the cemetery to have a special service led by my Dad.
The weather, however, had different ideas.
Rain, rain go away!
So we skipped the cemetery and headed straight for the church for the farewell brunch.
My dad still gave his remarks.
My Aunt Glenda and her grand-daughters sang my Grandmother Odom's favorite hymn.
Brunch was served. (And it was delicious)
Prizes were awarded. And crafts were crafted.
And everyone, at some point or another, cried.
The good sort of tears.
The sort of tears that reaffirm that you are
part of an extraordinary family.
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