Today, my husband and I attended the funeral of an acquaintance at our church. The woman who died of cancer was an active cowgirl who rode, trained horses and loved it. I wish I could have gotten to know her better, but she stopped going to our church after she became bedridden. Our church was filled with cowboys and cowgirls, hats and boots all around for her funeral. We wanted to know how a funeral at our church was performed. It was a nice and simple ceremony in the Catholic tradition. After the mass the family was thrown a pot luck lunch by our church members. The family had set up photos of their loved one in the lobby for all to see and talk over. It was a very nice and simple funeral that honored the woman who died. Someday one of us may be part of a funeral at our small church. It was nice to stop and participate, assist the church and the family. I do not like to go to funerals, I get too emotional. However, this was a good thing. Helping people and learning what needs to be done at a funeral prepares us for the unexpected. Our small church is very welcoming in a time of grief. Another one of the good things about living in a small town.
I happened to find this huge black beetle pondering across my neighbors basement floor. She almost weighed as much as a full spool of quilting thread and was the size of the palm of my hand. She is a black rain beetle and is a rare find indeed. They take 13 years to mature and both sexes emerge just before rain and fall to mate then burrow underground again. The female does not fly only the male, so that was why she was walking in the basement. She was the neatest bug I have found yet. I set her outside to find a mate in the woods.