…is that you spend all of your spare time going to funerals.
Tuesday, I attended the service for a woman who died at 94; she was born the same year as my mother. This morning, it was a fellow who was part of my teen years “gang”. He was two years older than I, and I had gone to high school with his wife. Unsettling, to say the least.
Speaking of unsettling – Mrs. G’s coffin was covered with a pall decorated with brilliant rainbow stripes. When my startled eyes sought out the rector I saw she was wearing a stole with the same rainbow – and butterflies.
It was the Crusillo emblem, which is an Episcopal charismatic group, not Gay Pride. Although as open minded as Eleanor was, it wouldn’t have surprised me.
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