Five years ago today was my daddy's funeral. Not a day goes by that I don't think of him. BUT, when I look back on that specific event and the week that led up to it, I know how blessed he was and how blessed I am to have had him as my dad.
Many times you hear people talk about a funeral being a celebration, and this actually was. There was music by a dear old friend from our years at East Grand Baptist Church, Sylvia Green. There was steel guitar music by one of the greatest in the southwest, his best friends granddaughter sang, my brother-in-law and sister-in-law sang, people spoke about what Daddy Buck had meant to their lives. There was ALOT of that. He touched so many people in his 84 years.
I miss him terribly.