for my aunt’s father. According to his grandkids' eulogies he was a great guy. Too bad he mistreated his wife and daughters at times. I guess we’re all “complex” like that. But, now that he’s dead, that’s history. My aunt arranged the funeral service, told my uncle, the minister, you just read the scripture selections. The grandkids gave their sometimes tearful rememberies of Grandpa. Together, my wife and I sang the “dearly departed’s” favourite hymn, “He Touched Me.” After that my aunt and uncle joined us and the Service quartet sang Psalm 23 to the Crimond tune. As the funeral was not far from where my in-laws live they came, too. At their age, they’ve been to lots of funerals and they said this was one of the nicest ones they’ve seen. No matter what my aunt’s father was like, you couldn’t meet a kinder, gentler soul than his oldest daughter, my aunt and good friend.