Because God is to Be Trusted

Yesterday the church was packed to the rafters. Everyone in our town came out Sunday evening for the visitation and even more showed up Monday for the funeral.

It was a sad occasion, sprinkled with moments of laughter and applause. Her four handsome sons heads down, heads up crying on their father's shoulders.

Her 90 year old mother, saying it shouldn't be this way.

This was not an easy day.

The preacher tried to convince us that it is God's desire that our joy be complete. Maybe he succeeded but right now emptiness still reigns.

The next funeral is Thursday. He has been villified in the press but his family showed up in large numbers at the funeral and one professed her love for the victim.

This was not a family feud.

He left a suicide note. I saw it tonight I read it tonight. I cannot write about it yet, because it left me sick.