It was a simple gesture.Probably meaningless to anyone but me.We were at the funeral home, celebrating the well-lived, godly life of our Aunt Kathleen. Tink and I were seated on the sofa, near her beautiful casket, when my cousin, Wanda, plopped down in my lap and threw her arm around me.Gone was the picture of the quiet, deacon’s wife that she has become.In an ins...
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