Tugging at those heart-strings...
In the last week, I have attended two funerals. At each one there was a special something that someone (or a group of somebodies) did that tugged at my heart-strings. Each one was a sign of respect for the family who was grieving the loss of that special person that was called home to the sweet by and by. They were not costly but were just priceless gestures. A special group that I belong to, the Dallas Bead Society, sent a beautiful plant to my PawPaw's service and my family was moved by the love that was apparent amongst these people they had never met. Not only did it comfort them to know someone cared about my 92 year old grandfather's passing but it also showed them that I have found a loving place in this world. My PawPaw left behind many decendants with only one having preceeded him in death and that baby never took his first breath. A heritage of health, prosperity, and faithfullness was left by W.T Geron, Sr. Today, I attended the services for my husba...