Dorothy and I attended the funeral of my uncle John Calvin today. There were seven cousins there and we only see each other at funerals it seems. I took several pictures but this is the only one that turned out. This is me and my cousin Betty.
The age we're at seems to bring, along with aches and pains, the funerals of so many. I'm sorry for your loss, and understand how you can greive and rejoice at the same time. It would seem inappropriate to enjoy my family's company, if it weren't so natural to be happy together, even in sad times.
We have family like this, too, whom we only see at marker events: funerals, and - less often - weddings. But it still feels that we're close, if only connected by a thin thread: memories of those who passed before. For this reason, these cousins are precious. ML of Full Fathom
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The age we're at seems to bring, along with aches and pains, the funerals of so many. I'm sorry for your loss, and understand how you can greive and rejoice at the same time. It would seem inappropriate to enjoy my family's company, if it weren't so natural to be happy together, even in sad times.
We have family like this, too, whom we only see at marker events: funerals, and - less often - weddings. But it still feels that we're close, if only connected by a thin thread: memories of those who passed before. For this reason, these cousins are precious. ML of Full Fathom
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