funerals

Funerals.

Not a fan.

But love motivates us to do
what we would never do without it.

A dear, young friend had to bury her dad today,
so this morning I was sitting in the back row of a church.

I was transported back 52 weeks.

Memories of sitting in the front row of the chapel. 
Surrounded by family and friends for Bill's funeral.

The mixture of shock and  disbelief, thinking
"This can't be real, but I know it is."

Funerals.

Still not a fan.

(Sometimes I still feel like this can't be real, but I know it is.)