small, small world
// March 13th, 2007 // people, relatives
Today I was going to whine about how much the paper charges to run a short, no-photo obituary. Yesterday, a man who was a friend and classmate of my grandparents called my mother to offer his condolences after he saw the obituary in his Sunday newspaper. The stories he told my mother about my grandparents, great-uncles and great-aunts made my mother happier than she has been since last Wednesday.
“I seldom end up where I wanted to go, but almost always end up where I need to be.â€
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OMG, KNS charges an asinine amount of money for the obit. Its crazy.
I posted notices in three different papers and KNS’s price made me gasp.
[...] Great Granny was honored very well at the chapel service. She was loved. The preacher gave a wonderful tribute. We celebrated her life rather than mourning her death. Her mother passed when Maedelle was 10 years old so she helped raise her siblings yet still managed to put herself through school and college at the University of Tennessee. But Cathy says all that better than I possibly could in her tribute posts and stories (none of which mention vaginal dryness): This is a part of life too, Spending the weekend with family (live and otherwise), Trees and Fields, You know you’re in the rural south when…, Even worse than a poop story, Random scattered thoughts, Small small world, Children and funerals, and Finally, the cemetery. [...]