tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917245635820611026.post4252159379177606685..comments2024-03-28T03:20:13.802-04:00Comments on A Good Blog is Hard To Find: Small Town DyingA Good Blog Is Hard to Findhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13823958967965785849noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917245635820611026.post-69074176126816291982008-04-30T20:38:00.000-04:002008-04-30T20:38:00.000-04:00What about the tradition of taking a photo of the ...What about the tradition of taking a photo of the person in the casket? My grandmother had a picture of her own mother in her casket; when I was a child, that used to scare the bejeezus outta me.<BR/><BR/>Beth Fehlbaum, author<BR/>Courage in Patience, a story of hope for those who have endured abuse<BR/>http://courageinpatience.blogspot.com<BR/>Chapter One is online!Beth Fehlbaum, Authorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16401887157741943814noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917245635820611026.post-47942770354367236252008-04-30T16:27:00.000-04:002008-04-30T16:27:00.000-04:00Dear Michael, My brother from another mother, ain'...Dear Michael, My brother from another mother, ain't it so, ain't it so?<BR/>My first funeral I remember attending was when I was just old enough to walk and my Grandaddy walked me up to the casket and then picked me up and leaned ME over the dead body so I could get a good look and say good-bye. Which explains, I think, a lot of the reasons I am the way I am. And if it weren't for a good funeral a whole lot of us wouldn't go home again like we should - more often. <BR/><BR/>Sorry about the passing. We missed you in Nashville. See you next time. <BR/><BR/>RiverAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com