Just returned from the funeral for my aunt. She was one of six siblings, fourth in line. My mother was the second after a brother that passed away only a few months into his life from pneumonia. Aunt Barbara left us on the twenty-third of October.
It was a moving service. Two of her granddaughters, sisters were to each sing one of her favorite hymns. When the first started to break down half way through, her sister rose singing and joined her to finish the song, then embracing each other. It brought a tear to these old eyes. Later one of the great granddaughters reads some notes others and she wrote about visiting their” Nanny.”