There are a group of ladies from my mother's church who make quilts for all the sick in the hospital. This is the unbelievably beautiful one that they gave my father after he had his stroke.
He lay under it as he was dying. My family gave it to me before we left. I cried. I am grateful for the remembrance.
I will post more pictures of the funeral soon. My father loved the sun, and the sun was shining that day.
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