The church was packed and there were very few dry eyes in the entire place. We all sang hymns and the preachers spoke and people cried and laughed over funny tidbits from Mr. Billy's life. When it came time to follow the processional to the cemetery, there must have been more than 100 cars in the line.
He was well loved. There were so many people there that it was easy to lose track but people from all walks of life were there. Mr. Billy was well respected and well loved and I hope his family felt some of the love over the past few days as they made arrangements to lay him to rest.
This is Just Write, a free-writing exercise in which you sit down with no writing agenda, no pushing for a theme. Watch the details of your stories ignite their own meaning from within.