Recently I witnessed something remarkable-yet altogether ordinary.
I had the honor of being invited to a family’s memorial service a while ago. While not a member of this family, I am very close to one member and through him knew the deceased. To the others, Sylvia was sister, sister-in-law, aunt, great-aunt, and relationships extending outward from there. Her own family had scattered after her divorce, and she moved up to Minnesota to be close to her brother’s family.
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