I’ve had death on my mind lately. We had an amazing “send-off” service for my Grandmother this past week-end. Nothing like a funeral to remind you of your mortality: not only your own, but those that you love. Even when the occasion is one to celebrate a long life, well lived, you still feel the finality of it all. I will never see my Grandma again, or talk to her, ask her questions, hug her. She’s moved on and we are still here.
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