The funeral service was filled with family, friends, church friends and friends from decades ago and my little girl sat in her spot in the front row in front of me.
Mature far beyond her years, looking beautiful in her black dress, she was truly a class act.
Graciousness and hospitality became her, especially in light of the situation.
The invisible cord connected and I stayed within embracing reach for the moments that took her breath away.
The most dreaded and the hardest was the reality of Eric's casket being carried to his burial site and the moment she walked to the casket with her white rose.
We are all glad today is over.
My Mariah is a very strong young woman and I couldn't be more proud of her.
