I'm on the road this week.
My husband's grandpa died so we've come to
love on the family
and celebrate a life.
Death is not something I shy from;
I've been attending funerals since I was 16.
And I know this will sound strange,
but I will risk saying it anyway:
I actually really love attending funerals.
They stir my soul.
They help my mind ponder.
They help my heart feel.
They make me long for Home.
"We must meet the uncertainties of this world
with the certainty of the world to come."