Remember Me

As I sit down to write this, I have just come from another funeral. Steve and I go to a lot of funerals—it sort of comes with the territory of volunteering at a nursing home. However, this particular funeral was not for someone we met through the nursing home, but rather for a former neighbor of ours—who later did spend some time in an assisted living facility. Her name was Else, and she was this tiny, sweet little German lady.