|Sunset over Jim Taylor's grave|
Breakfast was simple, just a piece of toast and a cold glass of water. Reflection came next. Thoughts of Saturday came. It was a beautiful day. It found a woman, whose 64 year marriage had ended as vowed, with her daughters, family and friends. They sat in a green three sided tent while words of comfort were spoken by a pastor. They would later return to the spot and find piled neatly the flowers which had so lovingly been sent to honor the passing of one so dear. The sunset was absolutely stunning but went unsung overshadowed by grief and solemnity.
|One last goodbye|