Today was a sad day. I drove to Louisville for a close friend of the family's funeral. Harold was my dad's best friend. He lived a full life, dying at 90-years old. It was still emotional.
After the funeral, Ande, my sister Shelly and I went to the cemetery to visit my sister Bun, Mom and Dad. We made it over to the old part and visited my uncle, grandparents and great-grandparents as well. I was named after my great-grandmother Sarah. I thought about my family the whole drive home.
