I know I’m on commandment number nine but I wanna take a brief moment to talk about something else that’s on my mind. Yesterday I was in Phoenix at an all day funeral. It was at my husband’s grandma’s funeral. She was not only a devote Catholic but also the matriarch of the family. It was a beautiful ceremony at her church by a French Canadian priest and then we all headed up to the burial site in a funeral procession of about thirteen cars at least. When we arrived at the burial site a full dressed Irishman with bagpipes was playing a beautiful medley and continued while the pallbearers brought the casket down to her gravestone. Then the same priest gave a beautiful final prayer. No one stayed to watch the grave go down into the dirt, but I witnessed it.

Afterwards we gathered for the reception where family members from Missouri…

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