Worshipping My Creator

Grief. Just one word that says a whole lot. We all go through it at one time or another and we all deal with it in different ways. The loss of a loved one, a beloved pet, a job that you loved, moving, being hurt by another, the list could go on and on. The next job to do was get everything ready for the funeral. So I took mom to the funeral home and we proceeded to pick out the vault, casket, and all the things that you have to do when you are going to bury someone. It didn't really seem to phase mom. She just sat there while me and my niece looked at caskets and vaults. I really wonder what was going through her mind at that moment. What could she possibly be thinking about? I do know one thing, she wanted to see Dad. Mom finally seeing Dad the day before the funeral, What was going through my mind? That's the thing, I wouldn't let anything go through except for getting the job done that had to be done. I just couldn't think about what was really happening and