a sobering existence

I’ve been traveling most of the week. My very good friend’s grandmother died and I wanted to be there for her. Her grandmother was an incredibly prepared woman. She planned every aspect of her funeral down to the coffin, memorial cards and obituary. There was nothing that needed to be done or paid for except for my friend to pick out a dress for her dear grandmother.

Funerals are sobering. They remind me of our ever present, unrelenting mortality.

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