Off to a life celebration

[Banjo]

In about an hour I'm heading out to go to the funeral of a lady that has been a staple of the small town where I grew up for decades. She lived to be 92, and still lived at home. She died last week, at home, surrounded by family, content.
When I was little, all the kids in town could go over to Gram Comfort's house, where she had a pool table and a ping pong table in the basement. It was basically the town community center. She was also the sunday school teacher at the little Methodist church, and made sure we all attended every sunday, or at least made sure we knew we were invited, welcome, and wanted. Not to mention all the community activities she stayed involved in.
Calling hours were last night. The hall was packed! We expect that the little church she spent her life teaching at will be filled to the rafters today to send her off.
It's sad to have to say goodbye, but I've not seen a more beautiful tribute to a wonderful person. I can't ever say how thankful I am to have had her in my life.
If any of you are fermiliar with the Ray Boltz song "Thank You" I believe it was written about her.
Godspeed Gram Comfort, and thank you.

 

[Mickey Richaud]

"Well done, good and faithful servant!"

We should all be so lucky to have someone like her touch our lives.

 

[Basil]

"Well done, good and faithful servant!"

We should all be so lucky to have someone like her touch our lives.

 

[MikeP]

It's a wonderful thing to have so many pay tribute, particularly when she was at that age. So many of the very elderly have almost no one but whatever family there is since their contemporaries have mostly passed.

 

[Banjo]

Packed house. Full of family and, well, more family. She was "Gram" to everyone. There were kids, grand kids, great grandkids, and great-great grandkids in attendance along with everyone who has lived in that town for more than a year or so. The service was wonderful with lots of great stories, songs I know Gram was fond of, and some of her most beloved passages from the bible. There were lots of tears as they carried the casket out to the hearse, and we all headed to the fellowship hall to have the manditory dish-to-pass dinner (Did I mention we're Methodist?) As they were loading her in the car I couldn't resist the urge to sneak into the hall and send her off by pulling the bell-rope a few times, like Gram used to let me do when I was a kid. I saw a few of the pall-bearers, and the minister give a big smile through the doorway. I think they had the same idea. I'm sad and happy at the same time.

 

[JPSmit]

I'm sad and happy at the same time.

Happy she's home, sad she's gone - you can't ask (or feel) more than that - kind of says it all.