I returned to Minnesota in March, and in those seven months I'll have attended five funerals. Three were parents of friends and/or coworkers, one was a friend and partner, and the other was the aunt of my wife.
Twenty-five years ago I was kept busy with weddings. In fact, it seemed there was one every other week there for while. Then it was kids - births and baptisms. Now it is funerals.
I know it's part of life, but it is amazing to see how these are piling up.
I liked the other stuff a lot better.
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