Today, I went to a funeral to support a friend. I did not know the man that died. When you are on the outside looking in you can see one thing that stands out. Death hurts everyone the same. The pain is deep, and the memory of their life is very dear to those who are close. I could not help but think back to Grandpa Tim's funeral. The love we shared, the gentle laugh, the certain little movements that belong to that person alone comfort us in times of emptiness. As I hugged my friend, I felt helpless to heal any hurts because I know how deep the emptiness becomes. Sure we have other things in our lives that gently push this way and that trying to fill but without success. I was touched by the odd feeling of loss that touches everyone who loses someone close. I know it was a connection with feeling of loss and not this particular family's grieving. It was as if I was in a "human race" family where no one is exempt from the touch of something familiar. I am very glad I went to the funeral. I went mainly for my friend but found it was more for me.
As for other things. Not much else happened today. I Called my beautician to line up a haircut next week and lost 5 pounds in the first week of my diet.
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