We live in a small town just a block away from the local mortuary. There are not usually many funerals, but in the last few weeks there have been three. On the day of the third funeral, as I stepped outside to walk my daughter, Katelyn, to her afternoon kindergarten class, she said, "There is another reunion today." I wasn't sure what she was talking about until I looked down the block and saw the hearse, cars and people standing around the funeral home. I was going to correct her and tell her it was called a funeral not a reunion, but realized she is probably more "celestially correct." Somewhere in heaven I'm sure there is a reunion. Susan C. Brown, Estacada, Ore.