We buried our dear Father Daniel today at Saint Tikhon's cemetery. It was a beautiful, cold, and quiet service. The quietude was not what he deserved, but there wasn't much we could do about that under the current circumstances.
My husband bought these two beautiful crosses at the bookstore. I love them and know that he will think of Father Daniel when he wears them. I bought a little children's prayer book, a marble egg, and some of the coffee that the monks make on premises.
The snow and ice was something to behold. Thankfully the roads were clear and travel was safe and swift.