On a serious note.... My first principal who believed in me and gave me my first teaching job, buried his oldest son today. I attended the funeral along with many many others. During the funeral they showed a slide show while a song about death and dying, and calling out to Jesus played. It was so very touching. All I could think about was the deep pain that the parents are going through. As soon as I got home tonight, I ran straight to my kiddos and smothered them in hugs and kisses. I held them and breathed in their scent. I didn't want the moment to end. I just sat there with them in my arms. I held them close, not wanting to let them go, ever. I couldn't even imagine having to bury them. The thought is enough to drive me insane. I treasure every single moment with my family. When I attend a funeral, it always gets me thinking about my life. My blessings. My faith.
A broken hand
10 months ago