Friends Meeting Place

This past Saturday was the memorial service for my snowbird friend. It was my first time ever at a Quaker Church and I was not surprised at the comfort and peace that I felt at the gathering. Despite my hesitancy at being awkward and very late, I was instantly enveloped in warmth and friendship. I missed most of the memorial but was still glad to have been able to make it. Outside by the entrance, C had put pictures of her and T through the years and it was heart warming to notice that the twinkle in his eyes and the laughter in his face did not change at all throughout time but just the graying of his hair. This picture, which was my memory of him is my most favorite picture of the bunch.