Funeral Day
Today was my dad’s funeral. As we sat in the car, ready to head to the church, I noticed that even through the cold, insistent rain on this gloomy day, there were a bunch of daffodils, blooming gloriously out of season. A full two months early. How? Somehow that seemed such a beautiful, hopeful, thing. (Somehow, I don’t really want to write about the funeral itself. It was performed well, attended well, the kids did well, and I couldn’t have asked for anything better or...
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