Here are Aunt Emily and my daddy. They are the remaining two siblings in the Butler family, now that Bill, Etta Jane and Betty have gone on ahead.
The needlepoint over Aunt Emily's shoulder is of the Houston house they grew up in, at 1110 Marshall Street.
Aunt Betty's picture is on the desk next to Daddy. I like that she is in the picture too, because the day was about her.
This is taken at Aunt Emily & Uncle Oliver's home in Lake Jackson. It's the setting of almost all the Christmases I remember, as well as many July 4th, Labor Day, and other picnics.
The service was lovely and the reception afterward, provided by the PEO's, was very nice. I was able to visit with cousins I hadn't seen in many years, including one who was entirely new to me, Aunt Betty's great-granddaughter Peyton.
The most moving moment was when we all gathered in a circle in the big front room, held hands, and sang the Doxology. (Later I wished I'd taken some video.) That is how we have said grace for as long as I can remember.
(4/17: edited to add) - I substituted Aunt Betty's name for Aunt Emily's twice in the original post! I was somewhat strung out when I did that.
My personal belief is that the recently passed are very near to us, at least for a while. This is my own experience. I don't think this is why I used the wrong names...but I do believe Aunt Betty was very much present with us that day. Anyway, it was a bit of a shock to read my post later and see what I'd written by mistake!