I went to the best kind of funeral this morning, if there is such a thing.
It was the funeral of a life fully lived, 95 year's worth of hard work, one marriage, children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, love, faith, friendships.
There aren't many more like her out there - people who have seen such change in our world, yet remained true to a work ethic and moral base that is nearly extinct in today's young people.
The preacher remembered her thusly, "I knew her long, I knew her well, I loved her much."
I hope that when my time comes, there are those who will say the same about me.