I hadn't realized til I worked in the congregational world how many people died in January. The yartzheit (memorial) lists are always full this time of year. People hold out past the holidays to see family and then let go, I think. They feel complete, or that they have permission, or that they've said goodbye.
David Bowie, Alan Rickman, Glenn Frey, the celebrity deaths keep mounting. And this weekend I officiated an unveiling (commemorating a year after the person's death) in the morning, learned of a death in the afternoon and spoke with the family to prepare for the funeral in the afternoon, and officiated at a wedding in the evening. It was very strange, because the bride's name and the name of the woman in the unveiling was the same.
These are the days we hug our kids extra tight.
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