Last weekend I drove down to Medford for Dave's funeral. The service was perfect, and it was wonderful being around so many people that knew and deeply loved him, and who had the best crazy stories about him growing up (and even as an all-grown-up firefighter - modifying blow darts to use an air compressor?). Afterward everyone joined the Nuttall gals (his wife Dicki and daughters Stephanie and Kim) back at their place to visit, eat, laugh, and hug.
The rest of the weekend was spent bumming around Medford. Saturday morning I had breakfast with Wy and Kiwi.
And Saturday night a bunch of us took Dicki and Kim to dinner in Shady Cove. These people are a hoot. I'm one lucky lady to know them.
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