In many ways, he's been gone for much more than nine days. But almost to the end, there were parts of him that didn't change. My hands ache to hold his hand again and my eyes long to see his face light up at the sight of me. Because he always smiled when he opened his eyes and saw me. I miss him so much.
After the service, per the local norm, we all met back at the church for a meal. I got to sit at my grandkids' table with Jessie. It was so very soothing to my heart to be with these people I love so very much.
And it was good to see my mom smile again.
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I love these pictures of your family. It's strange how a funeral can contain these moments of love and togetherness, but it can. Thinking of you.
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