The memories table at Mary's funeral yesterday held a few tangible items that reminded us of the wonderful woman she was. Countless intangible reminders, though, collected in the hearts of her family and friends. I am in no way related to her by blood or by marriage...not really, unless it counts that my dad married her son's widow after my mom died. What means a lot to me is that Mary counted me as a granddaughter, called me such and treated me as family when she certainly didn't have to. It was her way. Dear spunky, forthright, fun-loving and godly "Grandma Bru" - I miss you already.
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