George's funeral really was a celebration of his life. It was emotional, but a good kind, not the sobbing-and-snorting kind that Joan and I can get into so easily. Tears flowed but they flowed softly and gently.
The minister personalized the service so beautifully. I've been to too many funerals where the minister didn't really know the person, but this one did. He emphasized George's sense of humor, his love for his family, and our love for him. One line he said has stayed with me.
"He walked in joy."
That describes George so well. He was so full of joy and he shared it with us all. He was always laughing and telling jokes, one-liners that were so cute. We girls adored him, and we always will.
Cousins and an aunt that we rarely see came to the funeral and to the house afterward, and we had such a good time together. Our family is full of good humor and laughter so it was an afternoon of celebration of our lives and George's and Dorothy's, too. The two of them have brought so much love and joy to us.
Family is a precious thing, and I'm so thankful for mine!