I just got back from a funeral. Death stinks. Thankfully, for “Uncle Ick” (as my children have always referred to him) death means the ushering in of eternal life, freedom from pain and discarding the cane he has had to walk with for two decades due to a debilitating injury. But for those of us left behind…the fact remains, death stinks. Looking into the eyes of his wife of 29 years, (my hubby’s sister) and seeing pain, loss, … [Read more...]
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