On Honouring the Ones Who Have Gone Before Us

I was 11 years old when my oldest brother brought this laughter-filled girl home for a visit. I remember the dinner table being much more boisterous than usual. I had never heard someone laugh as much or as loudly! Everything my brother said was apparently uproariouslyfunny. I also remember that at one point during the mealContinue reading “On Honouring the Ones Who Have Gone Before Us”