there i was. sitting by myself, crammed in with hundreds of others in a small town funeral home. ken wasn't with me because the men were standing so the women could sit. there were people standing in every nook and cranny, out the hallway and in the back room.
the service was for ken's cousin's husband. an amazing man, father, husband, who was taken too early at the age of 50. his older sister spoke. his nephew spoke. and then his 16 year old son spoke. logan was so strong to stand up there and talk about his dad.
all at once, the chaplain sat down, and a woman stood. she began to sing amazing grace. accapella. just pure and beautiful. simply done, not forced. the sound of that song, sitting by myself, on that day, will forever stay with me. the reality will stay with me.
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