7 years later: “There are years that ask questions and years that answer them.”
Today, on the 7 year anniversary of my mom’s death, I found myself at the cemetery where she is buried… but this time I was at work. I’ve wondered how to say these next words, where to begin, and when the “right time” would be once I decided how to make some large, decorated announcement (in true fashion). I don’t frequent this particular cemetery, so a visit to this location falling on this exact day gave me the answer to at least that last question. The person buried here, the person I am because of the person buried here, the loss of that person, the course that loss set me on… is the reason for all of this. And that time is now. After years of praying about this, so much time spent assisting my own family in similar ways, and more than one gentle nudge from my sister in law, I decided to combine my professional experience with something I feel so called to do, and pursue a career in Funeral Service. I use that word intentionally; “called”. This otherwise mas...
