Today I attended the funeral of a very kind and generous man. The congregation is still in shock from his death. He was only 59 and leaves behind his wife and son.
I met my husband at the service with Max and Rebecca in tow. For the most part they were good, but I was glad it was a full house.
We followed the processional to the internment and afterwards I scooted home with the dynamic duo. They were restless and lunch was long overdue.
Goodbye Alan, we all miss you.