The Neighbors' Daughter's Funeral

Morning, Glories! I seem to have totally missed the morning thread again. A little extra sleep was worth it.

Attended the neighbors' daughter's funeral yesterday morning. I was raised in the old Episcopal church, all stained glass and heavy organ music. This was a modern place with no stained glass, rock equipment on stage (thankfully not used), and I don't remember seeing a crucifix.

Lot of casual cowboy attire, and there's me in coat and tie. Was afraid I'd be mistaken for an usher. The laid-back plain-speaking preacher and service was okay. Again, though, not the kind of ceremony in which I was raised. No "hymns," but modern-ish songs. "Amazing Grace" was on the program, but it was some unrecognizable country-pop variant.

I didn't know the deceased, really. I was surprised to learn she was a great-grandmother, and a year younger than me! I'm still waiting for a grandbaby. The family filled five wide rows of seats. "Miss Vicki" was apparently deeply Christian. Preacher said she probably had "every translation" of the Bible. Heard Psalm 23 from her favorite, the "enhanced" Bible; that was... interesting. She was active in children's ministry which must be wonderful.

Altogether a good life nicely honored.