Today I attended another Celebration of Life/Memorial Service. That's two this week if your counting. Not too surprising since I have attained a certain age. I didn't know until I saw the dates, but the deceased was only a year older than me. That gave me something to think about. As I was driving to the service I was having some rather uncharitable thoughts about why I was even going. While I knew the deceased, we weren't particularly close, and I was really going to be supportive of her husband who was ten years older than his wife and, from what I had been told, very shocked as well as grieved by her unexpected death. I do know what he's going through because my first husband died very unexpectedly. But even with that knowledge, I was still doubtful that I should be bothering to go since I might not even get a chance to speak with him. As it turned out I was right about that. His family was, rightfully, very protective of him. During the service, his daughter read a beautiful 'family remembrance' which she had written and in which she stressed, among other attributes, that her mother had been excellent at organizing things. I had to laugh at that because I think, probably sacrilegiously, that she was still organizing things from heaven. That's because, before the service began, a good friend from my days in real estate, whom I hadn't seen for nine years, came up to me and suddenly it was like we had never been apart. I did not go to the funeral expecting to have a pleasant time at the reception, but that's exactly what happened. I'll take little miracles however they come along.
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