every breath you take

I attended the funeral today of my friend’s dad. He was 86 years old. It was a truly beautiful tribute to a life lived fully. It celebrated the kind of life we don’t see much of any more: 64 years married to the same woman, 60 years in the same house, and 60 years in the same church as a member of the choir. 2 kids, 4 grandkids, and 2 great-grand-babies. A long career in the same company. And travel to over 40 countries. A rich life. And at the same time quietly and humbly midwestern–integral to his family, his neighborhood, and his church. I was moved.

dandelions with airborne seed fluff