The privilege and the burden
So, out to the cemetery I go again.
This time it’s more business than personal.It’s an honor to be in charge at this moment of farewell. A grey, damp and cool May morning. Maybe the sun will peek through this afternoon when we go to the gravesite.
I am thinking too of her husband, a wise and gentle man who taught, who worked with animals, and who was a perfect partner to this bubbly, energetic lady. I really liked him, too. To be with the family in this simple and quiet moment is a privilege. To do honor and justice to her is something of a burden, but one I welcome as always. It’s what I do, after all.
And so, a few more moments to snuggle my cat, to think of my grandkids and greats. And to think of my other half, whom I miss so utterly and completely in these moments.
Maybe the sun will peek through. After all, this is Easter season.
Grateful.
This time it’s more business than personal.It’s an honor to be in charge at this moment of farewell. A grey, damp and cool May morning. Maybe the sun will peek through this afternoon when we go to the gravesite.
I am thinking too of her husband, a wise and gentle man who taught, who worked with animals, and who was a perfect partner to this bubbly, energetic lady. I really liked him, too. To be with the family in this simple and quiet moment is a privilege. To do honor and justice to her is something of a burden, but one I welcome as always. It’s what I do, after all.
And so, a few more moments to snuggle my cat, to think of my grandkids and greats. And to think of my other half, whom I miss so utterly and completely in these moments.
Maybe the sun will peek through. After all, this is Easter season.
Grateful.