Finally Comes the Poet
The Religious Affections

The First Funeral

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.  


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