Yesterday, I woke up and just felt numb. My wife felt the same way. A day after saying farewell to my sister-in-law, I just couldn't think.
I'm still astounded at the manner in which my brother handled himself at her funeral. He was extremely courageous, as were their young children. I can only try to imagine how they are feeling at the moment. I know how I feel.
So my wife and I both took the day off work. I wouldn't have been able to function anyway. And with our faithful hounds we went for a walk along the Warburton Trail, holding hands, talking and sharing how we felt. We stopped for a small picnic and enjoyed the serenity. (Ah, the serenity. How's the serenity?)
And then we came home, still feeling the pain, but also feeling more at peace.
I don't know exactly where my sister-in-law has gone. We certainly have different theologies - and according to her beliefs, she's in heaven.
And if you are right and I'm wrong, put in a good word for me, please.