Friday, March 30, 2007i really hate the feeling of going to a funeral. it signifies a finality to a fact that you can't accept. yet brings back a surge of fresh hurt and grief.
i cried for someone didn't know today. it nearly killed me for bottling up my questions. i wanted to know why. but i feared that my questions would intrude on the grief others, afraid that my inquisitiveness is salt on their wounds.
take comfort, for she's with the Lord.
loves*sarah //
