The Sobering of Death

My Hubby lost a friend today. Or rather, the dad of a dear friend. A man who felt like part of his chosen family growing up.

Neither of us feels very emotionally equipped at dealing with death. It isn't something I talk about easily. He feels like he has had minimal practice lately. That's not a bad thing. But we are talking about it. And celebrating his friend's dad's life with a glass of fine scotch....reserved for special occasions. Hubby is off to his hometown this weekend to be there for the funeral, to support his good friend. He feels good about the decision to go, though I am sure the easier thing to do (short term) is to stay here and send condolences from afar. I sense a real peace with this decision. I am happy to be able to support him and glad he will be able to get a couple of days away from the day-to-day busyness of fatherhood in order to free his mind and his soul to grieve and remember.

-jl