His name was Tom.
He was a very successful man. He and his wife lived in NYC and Long Island until they moved to Milton, for goodness sake.
He was 90 when he died.
His son did the Eulogy and made me wish I had known him.
His wife sang a song she wrote for him.
His daughters read scripture.
There was no communion.
He was buried in a grave yard I never knew existed about five minutes from the church.
The area around the grave yard reminded me of my home in Southern West Virginia--so rural, so barren.
I was amazed by it all.
They gave a good donation to the church.
All in all, an interesting day.
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