The church was full. Waverly is such a small close-knit town, it was unlikely the passing of the patriarch of such a well-loved family would go unattended. The pews were packed all the way to the back.
The house was full. Friends and family and food appeared magically from all doors, and kept on coming, wave after wave, throughout the day. Children swam effortlessly through a sea of adults, stopping only to hug newcomers or wave obediently goodbye.
Full drinks, full plates, full sinks. All necessary elements to help distract us from the emptiness left by our loss. And the one thing we remember the most: arms full of the hugs and warm wishes of all those whom he held near and dear. To John W. "Jack" Kingston- farewell; and may God hold you in the hollow of His hand.
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