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I was in Tucson Friday and Saturday for my father in laws service.

It was a weekend of reuniting with family and friends as we shared stories and said our goodbyes to Thomas D. Murray.

We all gathered at the house on Friday after the Rosary and had his famous vodka and sprite with a twist of lime. My niece made him a glass and set it by his urn which we placed by the desserts. It was an evening of food and laughter  - I believe that was just what he wanted. 

Later in the evening the guys pulled out his set of poker chips and cards and played poker while others looked through his scrapbook and reflected on his life. Some gathered down stairs and shot pool - the kids played outside with his paddle ball invention that he made years ago. In fact, he even made the paddle. It amazing how creative he was. Teri (my sister in law) shared with me that he made the swim blocks when they were young and on the swim team - he also made his own ab roller out of a lawn mower wheel before Ab Rollers were on the market.


On Saturday before we headed home Tom and I walked around the house scattering some of his ashes.( His father designed and built their home in the 60's) There's a lot of great memories that this home holds - happy I've been a part of some of them. 


Although it was an exhausting and emotional weekend - it was a beautiful and memorable two days. 








Embrace your Sunday!
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