I started last Saturday at a funeral and ended it at a wedding. Many tears and tissues later when I got home, I was drained. Granted, different kinds of tears for each event, but huge wellsprings of emotions erupted within me. I hit several gushers. In the morning, I stood in a chapel at a cemetery with 100 others, most of whom I knew. My dear friend, Raymond, who had died, was Chinese.
A Grief Support Blog
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