What a lovely, lovely service Aunt Sarah’s funeral was. The preacher had obviously spent a lot of time with her in the five years he’d been there, and he had lots of good, funny stories to share. I knew that some people there called her Snow, but didn’t know that apparently pretty much everyone did. When we got to the church I asked where a water fountain was to take some medicine. A lady from the church took me back to the old fellowship hall – now the youth building – and while I was getting a drink, she patted the stove, and got pretty weepy, and said, I wonder how many meals Snow cooked on this old thing? And sort of the preacher’s theme for the sermon was how many people called her Miss Snow, and how much they are, indeed, going to miss Snow. Very, very sweet. Luckily Sherri and Gary had come in from this direction, & told us about this sign at the crossroads on down past the church. The entire day was just such a wonderful tribute.
