I Love My Job

I went to work this morning at 9.  Flip flops and rolled up jeans.  No make-up.  Whatever my hair was doing, it wasn't so pretty.  It didn't matter.  It was raining cats and dogs and I didn't care.

Today was Leslie's funeral.  My dear friend's funeral.

So, I met her two daughters to set everything up for the service and the reception that would follow.  We chit-chatted and told funny stories.  We arranged table clothes and rearranged them.  I made two new friends... well, it was like I was a sister, too.

I gained another dad, today as well.  I looked in eyes as I read Proverbs 31 and E.E. Cummings.  I hugged him - bear hugged him - and we sobbed together.  And he was so thankful.  He was so grateful to have this service... and to celebrate his wife of over four decades.

And I was so happy - even with tears - to be at this most beautiful moment... this hard, aching moment.

The sun came out right before the service.  And for today we were family.


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