Although you can't see it on this shot, snow was on the ground most of
the way on our journey south to Deirdre's funeral. I threw my first snowball of the year at a parked car.
Dad wrote and read the eulogy at the service, and we all went back for tea and food where I met a group of Deirdre's friends that used to bowl with her. Young Ross flattened the batteries on my iPhone by playing games!
Woody
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