Tomorrow is Hanna's funeral. She was 98 but died too soon.
Then church on Sunday.
You already have both sermons.
I hate funerals for people I loved.
It's hard to hold it together when that's true.
And being at St. Paul's/St. James, a church I served over 30 years ago makes it worse.
I'll see people I haven't seen in decades and have to deal with their feelings about me and Hanna.
Going to Trinity, Milton on Sunday will be a relief from that.
But presiding two days in a row at my age is no fun.
If you're not old like me--76--you, hopefully, will be, then you'll know what I mean.
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