Today was the funeral (see my earlier post.)
My son’s close friend died last week. Today was the funeral. It was obviously and completely indescribably sad. But it was also beautiful - the whole community showed up. And when the time for spoken remembrances came, all of these wonderfully dorky teenagers suddenly found themselves speaking in moving, clear, and loving voices about the friend they’d lost. I was so proud of each one of them (including my son) even as I - along with everyone around me - was weeping. I guess on some level one wonders how somebody so loved could have felt so alone. But that’s a question that can’t be answered, except, perhaps, with more love.
Tough day. Tough feeling. Light shining through.