A week ago today, I flew home to Maine to go to a funeral for my cousin Patsy. She was a special woman who touched a whole town and beyond in her own special way. I’m so glad that I was able to go home to celebrate her life and to be with my family. Little snapshots of the day will always stay with me – the church with every pew full of people with tears in their eyes…the first four rows full of family, choking back tears but strong in solidarity…the strength of a 15 year old niece speaking so beautifully of her Nannie…love, laughter & selflessness…Doreen & Lawrence playing “Oh When the Saints” on their clarinet and tuba…the country song that brought everyone to tears again…the cottage – the same as ever but missing some of its heart and soul. I was proud to be with my family and tears come to my eyes just thinking of what a special person she was to so many people.