I attended my mothers’ funeral on Saturday, Feb 2nd.  The person my sister had arranged to do the service did a wonderful job.  Missed of my mom’s early occupations like usherette and cord board telephone operator but overall did a good job.

Tried to sing The Old Rugged Cross, but was too choked up even though I sang it probably a hundred times in prison.  I wasn’t the only one, by the end of the song most people had lost it and the only person still singing was the one up front leading it.

I know I’m entering a new phase of life now. I will see mom again some day but depending on what all God’s got for me to do here on Earth, it might be a long while.