In which I confess that I suck

[ailsaek]

I had two conflicting funerals to go to today. Both people I liked and cared about. And I went to neither. Everyone in the house is sick, you see. Not sick enough, in my opinion, but there are those who hold that it is no kindness to bereaved people to expose them to contagious illnesses. and one of those people is the driver for our household (who is also currently the sickest). And I am ill enough that walking to the Sharon train station is out of the question. And I spent the entire afternoon asleep, so blaming it all on Adam is incredibly lame of me. I wish I could have been at both, but I wish even more that neither had been necessary.

Fred Huntington, Greg McMullan, rest in peace.
Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;
the darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide.
When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me.

Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;
earth's joys grow dim; its glories pass away;
change and decay in all around I see;
O thou who changest not, abide with me.

I need thy presence every passing hour.
What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power?
Who, like thyself, my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.

I fear no foe, with thee at hand to bless;
ills have no weight, and tears not bitterness.
Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if thou abide with me.

Hold thou thy hand over my closing eyes;
shine through the gloom and point me to the skies.
Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee;
in life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.