Thoughts Today
No matter how much you “prepare,” no matter how much you’ve “been there, done that,” it’s still hard to lose someone. I’m no stranger to death. First death was when I was too young to remember it, buried my mom’s biological father. Since then, I’ve buried 3 grandparents (yes 3, and 2 more to go), numerous great aunts and uncles, some family friends, and some friends. I’ve had 2 people in my life commit suicide. I was able to attend one of those funerals. I’ve been to viewings, rosaries, and funerals for people I barely knew, for people I looked up to, and for people I loved dearly. All of that doesn’t make it any easier to lose someone. When I met J’s Grandpa Weigel, I immediately fell in love with him. He was all smiles and jokes until it was time for business. You could still hear the slight accent in his voice from growing up in a community of German immigrants. And he gave great hugs. Then you learn that he only had an eighth grade education and taught hi...