Said "farewell" to the Sefcovic clan amid much food, beer and love. I walked away with a rosary, St. Anthony metal and pepper spray, or as I like to refer to it, my "Freeman First Aid Kit." I was told all I need to do is call and they'd come running with anything I needed (including firearms). My aunt reassured everyone that "ain't nothin' gonna happen to her, the Sefcovic's done prayed." My favorite; love through laughter.