From the second row, I had a pretty good view of the chancel or whatever that area in the front of a Roman Catholic church is called. The casket was more obscured as it sat in the middle of the floor and on the same level as the congregants. But after several hours in the…
A dear friend of ours died last weekend. Florence was 94. We had known her for roughly 35 years. Her husband Marvis was a close friend as well. Florence survived him by 18 years. I shake my head in amazement at time and what it means. Now, I know I’ve concluded often enough that when…