Death and Loss: When Counting Your Blessings Isn’t Enough
I experienced my first funeral at age 9(ish). I honestly don’t remember the year. What I do remember is what I saw, and what I heard. For the first time in my life, I saw sad grown-ups. I heard hushed, low whispers. Words of mourning. I really wasn’t sure what to make of it. I was clearly old enough to understand death, but I’d never seen adults exhibit these kinds of emotions before. I’d never seen these sad expressions, this droopy body language. I’d seen sadness bef
