A new specialized product has been created by a Murfreesboro entrepreneur. The idea was born when Kim Honeycutt attended a funeral of a close friend, but there was no visitation line and she had never met the deceased person's family.
Honeycutt explained . . .
The Murfreesboro Kin-Soul developer noted that the product is worn as a pin, and can even have a photo of the deceased. It allows those who are attending the visitation or the funeral service to quickly identify "family members" and their "relationship to the deceased".
For more information, visit this website: https://kin-soul.com/index.html
The story of how this product came into being is told in this story from the Kin-Soul' website:
When one of my clients became terminally ill, I found myself with a great responsibility. As a certified event planner, she had come to me to quickly organize a family reunion. She wanted her children to know their distant relatives. Determined to make her wish come true,
I began planning. As my client became more ill, I relied on long distance phone calls to her family, especially her sister. Our conversations led to me becoming the link between the sisters.
Sadly, on a rainy day in mid-May, my client passed away before the family gathering could take place. Family members and relatives would now be traveling to her funeral, not her envisioned reunion. Unfortunately, my focus shifted from planning to consoling the sister I'd grown to know via our correspondence.
On the evening of the visitation, I walked into a filled funeral home. I was determined to pay my respects and console my client's sister. I had no idea it was going to be so difficult.
No one person stood out; she could have been anyone in the room. I began looking for anyone who resembled my client. I observed several older ladies hugging and crying. Is one of them her mother? I noticed a group of women about her age. Is her sister in that group?
I approached a group of associates to point out her sister. They did not know she had one. They asked me, "Is her mother here"? I had no clue. Extremely frustrated, I left with hopes of finding her sister at the funeral the next day.
The following morning, in a crowded chapel, a woman walked up to the pulpit. "This letter was written by my sister," she said.