
The service was respectful and not over-indulgent. Just long enough to keep our attention and the visitation the day before brought me to tears as I had said my final goodbyes to the man I loved for his dedication to fatherhood. He was a pillar of strength and will be missed by his co workers and friends and family.

Many times in life when we lose someone we care about, we turn to the church for support. I may not attend church as much as others, but I never lost my faith and my hope in my spirituality. Whatever God is to me, it lives wherever I do, and I am able to talk and listen to my own better judgement to which I can trust is the answers to anything I need to know.

After a few hours of walking in the cold outdoors, I felt a little better, and the flow of the waterfalls reminds us all that life goes on...