Today I attended my first funeral in two months. We didn't hold it at the church; it was held at the funeral home chapel. Though I had missed our ability to help people in their grief, I was also nervous about attending and leading, having spent so many weeks mostly away from people.
The funeral home had spaced chairs six feet a part throughout the chapel. There were only a few people in attendance and many of them had not been in public in weeks. Everyone was wearing a mask. The mood was extra somber, unlike so many funerals anymore where there is such a desire to be "celebratory." It was weird not hugging for comfort, but everyone was openly acknowledging the weirdnesses. I was extra sad for the deceased, having these restrictions upon his memorial.
And then the service started and it felt SO good to be doing the thing I do and am good at.