A few quiet minutes on the pew, funeral, flowers from the friends, and the start of a wonderful afternoon: Heidi's Father (thanks for the photo ). Sitting there at the church, light filtered through the windows, I felt like I could have been at a beach house in Nantucket instead of our town. Was it the quality of light, the shift to richer tones, or was it the act of sitting a few minutes with nothing at all to do after the eulogy was read and the hearse loaded?
