I published this article at Christmastime back in 2016. As it happens, had I still been in Utah I would have been participating in a funeral again this year, on Saturday. So the thoughts expressed in this little piece have a renewed relevance for me: As I write, I’ve just returned from a funeral. Snow covers the ground; the trees are barren, seemingly dead. It’s the season described by Shakespeare’s Sonnet 73, “When yellow leaves, or... Read more