Death is such a normal part of life. People die every day, and they are mourned. Grief runs its course.
This is coming home to me this week, as I attended my uncle's memorial service Thursday night, then traveled to Virginia Beach Sunday afternoon to play music at the funeral of my pastor's grandmother, and will play again this afternoon at a local funeral for the father of one of my friends at church. We also received word as we were setting up for church yesterday that the 40 year old sister of another friend from church died on the operating table during some basic surgical procedure. They travel to Florida for services today.
My 'normal' routine, as hectic and crazy as it is, has been interrupted.
Five days. Three funerals.
It will make you think.