It Only Hurts When I Blog

Couldn't stand it, had to leave a comment, it looked so forlorn with 0 comments! Let's see, just thought I'd comment about how nice your hair looks today, Karen, and how well you're looking... Did you buy some new swim clothes?
 

...Just stopped by for some bloggage! Guess I'll have to find some out on the street. Man. No bloggage.
 

We're winding down a day of mixed emotions: Sidney's graveside service was attended by about 50 people, and Lyn, I was very proud to read your memories of your Uncle Sid--Iris said it made her cry; followed by a reception at the church, then all afternoon at Aunt Mary Ann and Uncle Ray's, eating left over sandwiches and desserts for supper, and just enjoying being with one another. We returned home about 8pm. One unusual thing happened: Aunt Mary Ann couldn't find her Bible from which to read the 23rd Psalm and Nancy Lynn found it and the bookmark opened to the 23rd Psalm and to a picture of Uncle Sidney! I felt my mother close to me this morning when I woke up but I guess she was up in West Paris! Love to each of you!