Sabbath

Sometimes the Sabbath day can be the hardest day of the week. First thing this morning at Church came the announcement that one of our favorite amongst the older ladies passed away overnight.

So then, I spent the morning chastising myself for having mentioned yesterday that I thought we might be having a few funerals this year. Why, oh why, did I have to say that?

Our ward has several of those lovely people in their 80's that I'm not quite ready to say adieu to.

Funerals can be so lovely in their own way, full of comfort and hope and sweet memories. They just make me feel so drained. I tend to grieve pretty deep.

Here's hoping the rest of the week is filled with more hope.