Everyone else was grieving, but I was busy.
Lights on.
Heat on.
Doors open.
Tissues in place.
How many easels for pictures?
How many pews to rope off?
How big is the urn?
Will this table do?
This is my grief process for those I love.
I hold hands as God takes them.
I pray with their families.
I ask for life stories.
I assure of God’s presence.
I write a message to honor their life
That speaks of the new life to where they’ve now gone.
When everyone else grieves, I get to work.
