Last night I attended the Masonic funeral service for a Brother Mason, fellow Shriner and just plain good friend. It was tough being there, nice guy who will be missed. I had once given him a pen and recall that whenever I saw him he had it, either just holding in his hand or using. As we passed through the reception line, I gave his wife a hug and my condolences. She said that since Dan loved that pen so much she put it in his pocket over his heart to be buried forever with him. I had held together throughout the service but when she said that I broke down and cried like I hadn't done in many years.
"Folks is funny critters."
Think for yourselves and let others enjoy the privilege to do so, too. ~Voltaire