I want to start off by thanking each of you for your kind thoughts and prayers during the last couple of weeks.  Most of you know that my Pop’s funeral was last Friday and it was a beautiful celebration of life.  There were quite a few old photos showcased during visitation which we all enjoyed.  Here’s my Pop in the Philippines when he was serving in Vietnam.  I love he’s just sportin’ a towel.

But what would the day be without a Brewer story.  Yes, Brewer, the child who my friend Stephanie affectionately said should “have his own sitcom.”

Brewer had charmed my cousin Mandy out of a piece of gum before the service began and since his loyalty lays with the orientation of candy he chose to sit with Mandy during the service in the row behind Pete and myself.

We were about 10 minutes into the ceremony when I turned around to quietly tell Brewer how proud I was of his good behavior… he was being quiet alright, but he’d only been quiet because he was concentrating on unbuttoning every snap on his shirt.  He was actually sitting in his seat bare chested doing a little dance. A dance. Shirtless. During the funeral.

Just when I think nothing could surprise me… Brewer proves me wrong.