Legacy
Leaving a Legacy: What My Father Taught Me Through His Death The line of people stretched almost completely around the small, quaint country church that hot evening in June. By the end of that night, close to a thousand individuals would walk through the wooden double doors of Fairview Baptist Church in rural Greene County, Tennessee. They filed down the side aisle lined with stained glass windows, waiting patiently to shake my hand, give me a hug, whisper small condolences or share a memory. Slowly, they made their way across the front of the church to offer similar comforts to my husband, eleven siblings, brothers-in-law, and grandmother. After passing the casket and spray after spray of beautiful flowers, the majority of these kind folk found a seat in the hard, wooden pews (some chose to stand in the back and foyer) and waited for the line to end, so that the memorial service could begin. It started over an hour later than scheduled, to allow for the ...