It was a good day for a funeral. I believe there is such a thing.
As we ushered one life on to its heavenly rest (or party, who can tell?), the long-awaited breath of spring finally—finally—began to blow.
After sitting under the stunning dome of the funeral chapel, remembering and celebrating feisty, funny great aunt Joan…
I returned home to the chair in which she used to sit.
It was a good day for a funeral.
It was a good day to be alive.
by julie rybarczyk
