The memorial service for Dad on Saturday was, I think, just what he would have liked — a party in his honor he didn’t have to attend. A brother, all of his five children and five of Dad’s grandchildren spoke — he would have enjoyed that, too.
Early in the service while the chaplain was speaking, a cell phone rang. You could hear the sigh from all present at this breach of etiquette, but it proved amusing. Our sister had the phone — and it was Dad’s phone.
It was probably just the comic relief that everyone needed. I never thought I’d say this but… a cell phone, of all things, may have actually helped.
Nice to see you.
Take care.
I really enjoyed going through your blogs, Secondly, I had that happen in a very similar circumstance but that time nobody in my family had the attitude like yours.
Take Care
TLN