In the last six months or so I went to a funeral. It was a celebration of life really but we still wore black and sat down in church pews. It was the first one that I can remember and I am close to the son of the man who passed away. I was crying because I put myself in his shoes, I let myself feel his grief with him and it was hard to imagine either my mom or dad passing. It stuck with me for awhile, I’d never experienced that before and was a bit hard to processes everything but once it was all said and done it gave me something to think about.