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Another Good Man's Funeral

I went the the funeral of a friends father today.  It was a beautiful service followed by dinner at one of his favorite restaurants. His daughter-in law, my friend, spoke, some of his family spoke. Some of the things that were read are pinned on my “Pops” pinterest board. It was sad.  But it was nice to see so many family and friends fondly remembering their loved one. Made everything that will happen soon very real. Very palpable.
ALS sucks by the way. 


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