Brand New Arms

I was at a planning meeting for the memorial service of a friend.  I was emotionally exhausted, trying to stick to business so as to avoid crying yet again and at the same time, wanting to give my all to make the memorial a lovely event.  The minister is talking about the service and gives us the short, short version of his message of hope.


That is what I need right now.

Dumbledore is Dead

“Oh, no!” I exclaimed.  I started sobbing.  The young Asian gentleman sitting beside me on the plane has that dude look of, “She’s crying, what should I do?”  That saccharine voice is telling us to turn off our portable electronic devices so the plane can taxi to the runway.  “I’m sorry.  I just found out my husband’s mentor died.”

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