remembering a life
This day started and stopped very suddenly. The morning paper had news of the death of one of the singers/Board members in the group I administer. All day, members wrote back and forth about how what a shock this was. I remember thinking that this man looked very ill the last time I saw him. I had to send out a notice to the entire chorus about this and found it hard to write the words.
The service is tomorrow and several of our singers will attend. I have sung in too many funerals over the last few years and am relieved to be merely an observer in this one.
The older I get, the more that death seems less a curiosity and more of a warning: embrace each day and find time to do the importnat things iin life.
I’ve had a very hard time working today.
I need to go hug my husband.