Story telling... What a wonderful idea Eagle. That's what we did at my Daddy's funeral and it was such a comfort. He and I were very close and the loss was deep, but somehow the funeral began the healing for all of us. We laughed and cried and said good bye.

As we were leaving the church, one of Daddy's old farmer friends said, "Too bad Hank wasn't here. He would have loved this."

Another of his friends wiped his eyes and said, "Hell Hank was here."

And he was. Daddy's presence was as strong in that church on the day of his funeral as when I was little and he held me on his lap to comb my hair or the week before when I took him junkin.' And it was because of the memories we shared in the stories we told about him.

I'm afraid I am always telling stories on this site and elsewhere. It's probably boring, but that's what writers do. We are the story tellers. We pass along the stories from generation to generation by writing our memories down for all to share.

Thanks for reminding me of that.
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