Flower Friday

The flower next to the small church kind of represented my day. I made a pot of chicken soup last night for a funeral dinner today at our church.

Our crew of 8-10 served probably 80 people. We worked from 10:30 until about 2:30, setting up, serving, cleaning up, and then breaking down.

It was a sad situation. The deceased was 32 years old, and she died of alcohol poisoning. She was a sister to one of our church day-care workers, so most of us didn't know her.

Addictions (of any kind) are a terrible thing. She is gone WAY too young.