Yesterday

I went to a funeral yesterday. It was for a man I didn't know. He was married to one of my childhood friends, for just a few months. But she really loved him, and she was so sad. I cried. I cried for her and for her son and for all the other people who would miss him so much. It wasn't what you'd call a fun way to spend a Sunday, but it makes me glad to know I was there when it counted, and I'll still be there to mourn as she mourns and comfort as she needs it... if I can. I'm a lot better at telling jokes than at being sensitive and comforting.