Good and Faithful One

Mick’s memorial was yesterday, and I went… in essence. I was in the nursery babysitting Noah and Lily. So cute. But you notice one thing, when they have baby dolls, they act, by distinct request, as “the big sister”. Not mommy. I’d be interested in the exact reasons for that. By the sounds of the service, though, it’s probably a good thing I wasn’t there. Mike says that when Mick’s granddaughter gave her speech, everyone was crying. Coca-cola commercials make me cry. I felt sad just hearing the congregation sing Be Thou My Vision. I was going to turn on the speaker, but it fell off the wall…

I’m fasting today for Easter. So far it’s been a piece of cake.