Yesterday I attended the funeral for my coworker's husband, and it was a touching tribute indeed. My coworker was her ever gracious and poised self, still there with a loving caress to comfort other family members.
Quite a few people got up to give their respects and regards & he was indeed well loved by his family and community. He was a father figure to many, and he adored his wife. I think everyone's heart broke a bit as his son started to say he was an awesome man but tears got in his way.
Please give a kind thought to my coworker - hoping she finds strength in her family.
Sometimes I forget that life is really made up of very little, yet important moments (Sometimes I'm expecting my life needs to be made of more BIG moments - but probably half as precious)