After a long, hard battle, a church/school father passed away last week, leaving behind his wife and 4 young children.
The funeral was today, and man alive...funeral's are exhausting. I arrived at church just as mama and her kiddos were saying their final goodbyes before the casket was closed and...whoa...was that emotional.
I sat there amidst a sea of muted shades of browns, blacks and blues and there was not a dry eye when the sweet little 3 year old wrapped her arms around her hurting mama and hugged her neck.
Once again, I was reminded of how fragile life is. How quickly a life can go from vibrant and lively to...gone.
Now, I am off to work...so I started my day at one end of the life spectrum and I will end it at the opposite end.