After a week of pulling together the arrangements for Dad’s service, I believe things are finally set. Today, there is no need to call the church office, quarrel over the readings for the mass, or determine which pictures are appropriate to use and which portray too much happiness (in his marriage to Mom). What’s more, there is no work to offer a distraction for me. It is Good Friday.
But it doesn’t feel good at all. For the first time in a week, I slept well. Then again, I finally caved and reached for a sleeping pill. And although I woke feeling only a hint of the signs of illness coming on, the feeling that I now feel is less than pleasant. Sadness and loss. I know it well, and it overwhelms me.
But I’m not ready to face my emotions just yet. I need to get on the other side of the church service before doing that. I almost wish I had to go to work.