shake the glitter off your clothes now,

one of the priests in my church just passed away.
i just returned from the wake.

i always feel slightly awkward at wakes. i never know what to do. i never know how i'm supposed to feel. i almost wish i knew the person better so i could grieve properly. but then again, even when i didn't know him well, it was hard for me to imagine that i wouldn't be seeing him, his old cheerful and serene self, in church ever again.

it was open casket, so we went up to look at him before he is to be cremated.

it is like staring mortality straight in the face.

it makes me wonder, how many more funeral wakes do i have to attend? and how and for whom will i grieve?
it makes me wonder, when my own would be, how short and transitory our lives actually are.
it makes me wonder, how long before we all forget about his passing and return to our normal routines?

every new day is a gift.