I’m spending the day once again with my grandmother and various members of my family, as they sort of come through to visit.
It’s been a really long day, and I’m physically/emotionally exhausted.
There’s not a great deal of religion in my life, and that’s by design. That being said, watching the priest perform last rites was really hard. I felt like I was going to get sick. I know it was important to my grandmother and my family, so I’m grateful the priest was able to make it out so quickly.
There’s been too much loss in the last six or right months. I know it’s part of life and we all experience loss, but that doesn’t make it any easier.