I am sure that my day's ending will be entirely opposite of the beginning. Tonight I am staying for the "Sunday school" and will probably be surrounded by high pitched excited voices.
However, this morning we had the funeral for Henry Sanchez. There's a sadness and a joy, for even I knew he was hurting. He sounds a lot like my grandpa, except maybe a much smaller family (hard to imagine out here where everyone is related). The card-playing, visiting with everyone at the store, deep love of family...it gives an empathy of the pain and loss Henry's family is feeling because I still notice that missing piece of my own heart.
On with my day somehow...this is a busy week, and there is a lot left to do!
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