We have an Ash Wednesday service tonight. The youth will be helping with the service. I guess that is a good thing. It is never too early, I suppose, to reflect upon one's mortality. It is just that this year it is too real for me. All day I have been thinking about Zach. His ashes are in his bedroom still.
His short journey is complete.
Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust.
Yet life goes on.
Way too real. A hard night for us all.
ReplyDeleteI'm so sorry, John. I know the hurt.
ReplyDeleteLove you all and thank you, Jim. It was a nice service and an honor to share it with the youth. Love the Whitman poem!
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