Lessons From A Funeral
Recently, I attended a funeral for someone that I had never met.
Although I wasn’t emotionally tied to the individual that passed away, I am good friends with members of his family.
I think that because I wasn’t emotionally distraught (like I was at my grandfather’s funeral this past year), I was able to pick up on a lot of things.
I felt like I was a sponge.
And I began to think, there was a lot of people at this funeral.
Like, so many that the streets surrounded the church were flooded with cars. They actually announced that the Police were about to start towing some cars (mine included), but I was able to leave before that happened. Does that make me a fugitive?

