I walked with Rainey this morning.  On the way back home, I saw my neighbor Marge and some of her family, dressed up going to St. Jerome's on the corner.  They must be attending her daughter's memorial service.

I've been writing on the computer all afternoon, and I've been hearing Marge and her family in the back yard.  They started out kind of quiet, and then I heard more laughs and lots of talking.  A few minutes ago they were really laughing and having a good time.  The spirit keeps going with the strong force of life for those of us still left.  I'm glad it's such a beautiful sunny day out there for them.