Sad day

I attended the funeral service for my cousins husband today. He was my age but had been battling a form of leukemia for almost 3 years.

He was an Air Force veteran so his ashes were being interred in the Fort Jackson National cemetery. I was honored to hear the rifle salute, the playing of taps and see the folding of the US flag before it was presented to my cousin.


When we came out of the church I saw a feather next to the sidewalk. Maybe he sent it to us.

You never know about magic things.