There is one advantage to funerals. You among the tears and hugs, you get to see the people who helped bring you up. . The ward i belonged to when i was still a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints has mushroomed. So at the Luncheon after there was a small table of people who knew me from birth. I sat with them. We talked, we laughed, we kvetched. There were people who say me treat the elders as an equal . They were confused at this lack of order. They called the branch president who sorted things out. I was a stray .
There were three tables. There were the veterans. Those who had founded the church but did not have young children. Whose children had left occupied one . That was the table i was in . Not that i ever had children. Then there was those who ruled the ward now. The Bishop, his wife . The families who had young children . These people sat in the center. The grieving family sat in the far corner.
Not much more to say about it really.

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