The church was filled, an army of motorcyclists guarded the perimeter, and held doors open for us, brave and beautiful speeches were given, a soldier came home to thank the man of the hour for saving his life just two weeks before. His name's been all over the news, people lined the streets with flags to honor and welcome him home, and my whole heart goes out to his sisters who were strong enough to talk about their brother. I can't believe all this... The motocyclists were so wonderful! Bowed their heads as my blubbering tearstained face said thank you. I hate funerals. And I never understood when people said this until now, but it was absolutely beautiful. All my love, Bret
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