Someone was being laid to rest yesterday in the small Whitney cemetery. It was a sunny day but the wind was biting cold. The tent was set up with the closed portion facing west and south in an attempt to protect the mourners from the freezing blast.
My own father died and was buried in December, but honestly I cannot remember much from that day. Did we stand out in the cold? Was there a tent such as this? I guess my mind was not on such details.
3 comments:
What a peaceful photo, even if it is solemn in nature.
I'm sorry you no longer have your Dad on this plane.
I love that scene.
I don't remember much about my Mom's funeral, either. Or my wedding, for that matter. I think all systems were on "cope".
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