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I’m the only one

Yesterday was Aunt Edythe’s funeral. It was at an old cemetery in a residential neighborhood in Connecticut. I’d never been there before, but others in the family were certainly familiar with the location – her husband, her parents, her brother, and her niece all now call that peaceful locale their home for eternity.

People arrived from all over: from down the street to across the country, and even from Canada. At one point in the ceremony, anybody in attendance who wished to speak was given the opportunity to do so. I didn’t say anything, but from listening to others, I learned this: what I wrote on Monday doesn’t even describe one-tenth of how wonderful this person was. Her obituary is unlike any other I’ve read, and I’m not just saying this because she’s family.  It’s really magnificent.

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