Making the arrangements

My heart isn’t in blogging today.  I’m certainly not in the mood to complain about the culture, worry about politics, or pick theological arguments.  Death gives a different kind of perspective, an eternal perspective, that, for all its hurt, is  healthy for me to consider. With my mother, my brother, and my sister, we have been “making arrangements” for my father’s funeral Friday.  So many details to work out!  So many decisions!  So many poignant, heart-breaking moments!  I’ve never been on this end of a funeral before, having to take an active role in planning the thing, while also being in the role not of comforter (as when other people’s loved ones die), but of  a person receiving comfort from other people.  I’m not used to that!  I do greatly appreciate the comfort people are extending to us–you, friends, people in my parents’ church and community dropping by, bringing food, showing they care.