Last week during Uncle Jody's funeral, Alan Jackson's song, Small Town Southern Man was played. It was a perfect and fitting way to remember my uncle.
After the funeral, we all went to the museum in town that honors our family's general store. The one opened by my great grandparents in the 1920s. It a butter churn, antique cash register, and a metal Bible from WWII.
Yet, as I looked around, the song rang even more true. Yes, the antiques were cool. But they were not what matters. Family is. We are his greatest contribution. We have been left behind and it is up to us to ensure that his legacy lives on.
What a great responsibility with which we have been entrusted.
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The best of contributions! What a strong family legacy he leaves behind.
I love the pics of the military guys folding and presenting the flag.
-College Roomie
Oh, I'm getting all teary-eyed! It looked like a beautiful ceremony. And I think that's something everyone needs to remember-think back to our older family members-we are their legacy and we need to act as such and go about life that they would be proud of us and our decisions.
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