Yesterday at work, I learned from colleagues that my boss had lost her son to a long, debilitating illness. Her loss had been expected for some time, but no parent is ever comfortable with the prospect of a child predeceasing them.
The word was that our boss would be out for the rest of the week on bereavement, and we figured the funeral for her son would be on Saturday and most of us could attend.
So I said a quick prayer for the soul of the fallen, and for the consolation of the family.
As it turned out, the funeral was today at 3PM, which caught all of us flat-footed. [Read more...]