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My best friend, Granny and I went to Daddy Bob's funeral today. I'm glad I went. I'm glad they were there for me. I didn't go to the casket; from where we sat, his body didn't look like Daddy Bob. Rev. Whitney did a wonderful job with the service. I knew he would. Several family members I no longer recognize spoke with me. Later, at the graveside, several more approached me, too. Family I did recognize and didn't expect to approach me did. I really appreciate their doing so. I did not want to stay long and really didn't want to chat. I told Granny of that last night (for she is a power-chatter!) and that all went pretty well. My dear friend waited on the sidelines part of the time and was right there with me when I needed him. (Thank you. You mean so much to me.) He also took a flower from one of the arrangements for me. When the service was over, we drove by Daddy Bob's store and then to get a bite to eat. It was a good thing to do.

I got home about 5:00 and changed, called my mother to tell her I was OK, was about to feed the dogs and my partner came home. He fed them and I joined them outside on the deck. We talked a little about his day and mine.

There are bluebirds playing in our backyard...