The dead are beyond us. They have passed on to what is, hopefully, a better place, but wherever they go, it is beyond our reach. The saddest part is those who remain; those who have holes in their lives left by the departed. The devoted husband, struck by tragedy at a time that should have been his greatest joy. An infant son, who will never again be held by his mother. The parents who have outlived their child. The students who miss a beloved teacher.
I attended the funeral service for a friend today. Not a close friend, but one of the kindest people I’ve known. I am honored that I could be there with my friends and her family to send her on her way. Life was too short for Katie, but I think she lived hers to the fullest potential that anyone could wish for.