Just a sad day ...

As I continue to mature ( I like that word better then getting old) I have come to realize how much I HATE funerals. I went to one this afternoon. A friend from many, many years ago, her mother passed away and the funeral was for her. As I entered to doors of the chapel I took a deep breath, a very deep breath and said under my breath, everything is fine, stay calm. It began in the usual way but quickly evolved into a walk down memory lane. I knew everyone in the pictures up there on the big screen. Smiling, happy faces taken many years ago, another life time. It wasn't long before I had alligator tears streaming down my face and of course, no tissues. At the conclusion I gave my condolences to the family, promised to have lunch with everyone soon and made my departure. Driving home I was overwhelmed with memories, thoughts of my own mortality and once again said to myself, never again, I an not going to any funeral ever again. However, I know myself, I will go again when another dear friend loses a loved one, or when it's one of my own. Live well my friends, life is short.