In the last month, I've lost a nephew and my father in two days, and watched as my family was wrung out by a respiratory virus whose effects are still lingering. The illness forced me to miss the Mazer Cup, and while I'm sorry I could not attend, this was a gift that was way better not shared.
At my father's funeral, a beautiful bouquet from Vicki, Pete, Glenn, Dani, Wayne, Kyle, Michael and Steve was delivered.
It was so pretty that it took a prominent location at the foot of my father's photo collage. My whole family commented on how beautiful the flowers were, and they lasted for more than a week, brightening my mother's home.
Then yesterday, a box of what appears to to be some very delicious meads appeared at my door. My (Mazer) cup runneth over.
I can't express my gratitude fully enough. A friend in mead is a friend indeed, and I have some of the best friends in mead imaginable.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart.