We went to Utah last week for Sam’s Mom’s funeral. The only way it could have been better is if she weren’t really gone. Catholicism is fascinating. At first glance, it looks like a string of opportunities for dramatic grieving – moreso than other funerals – until you realize that everyone is all cried out by the party at the end. Before we knew it, we were all in our cups and reveling in all things Marcy Francis. It was glorious. I don’t know if I’ve ever been to a funeral where someone was actually buried in a casket. For the record, it’s not how I’d like to exit. I’m a cremation guy. We left Utah having freshly cemented new relationships with his family members, far-flung as they are across the west, and lots of plans for trips in the upcoming year. Thank you for sharing your family with me, Marcy. It’s a kindness I’ll never forget.
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