Jack of Harts

I went to a funeral yesterday. It took place back where I grew up but haven’t seen in thirty years. And I visited with family I haven’t seen in years. It has been both a good and a hard trip. The grief is real. Sons lost their father. A wife lost her husband. It will always be hard. But there will always be good in there as well. The key is to mix as much good as possible into the grief, and know that nothing will wipe the grief away. It has to be endured. And that is both good and hard.