I would be remiss if I went through the weekend without mentioning Mrs. Bryan. We laid her to rest on Friday and today Donald and I went back to the cemetery. One of her great loves in her life was flowers. She had the unique ability to make anything bloom. We loved all the flowers she got, and were delighted when we realized the funeral home had arranged them in a cross on her grave. Somehow I think she would be pleased.
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Pretty.
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