As I write this, I’m sitting in an airport in Dallas, TX, making my return to northern Virginia and home. The past fee days have been spent mourning the loss of my great aunt, Gail Roork, with my family. One thing I’ve always noticed about funerals – at least, with my family – is that the great majority of time is spent not crying, but laughing. We celebrate the deceased’s life. And that’s what we’ve done in this case.
That being said, we are still sad, and seeing me catch a pie in the face would make just about anyone smile, I’m pretty sure.
Edited to correct horribly glaring spelling/grammar mistake in the second panel. Ugh.
Sketches From Memory 
That’s really nice Chuck – so sorry for the loss of your great aunt – always a sad time when these wise women leave us but good that they leave their lives as an inspiration to us. Hope the pie was nice :>
Thanks. It was a difficult time for the family, but we managed to find some joy in the occasion, and I got to see family members I haven’t seen in actual decades.
Uhm, no offense, but I see a couple of typographical errors in the text, too…
Eh, they happen.
Regardless, I enjoyed backreading your posts. 🙂
I’m glad. Try not to judge my occasional typos too harshly. 🙂
No, I don’t. Ah, my initial reply might have come off harshly. Sorry, I didn’t mean that. :-s
No worries.