Gray Day
It was a gray, dreary day today. From time to time there was a bit of rain, but insufficient to deem it a rainy day. Just a gray day. A dreary day. On our calendar was a funeral. A funeral for a man we barely knew. A man we had met only once. A man who was married to a woman I love. And a gray day seemed like a good day for a funeral. We put on clothing we hadn't reached for in a very long time. Sighs of relief that everything still fit. And off we drove through the quiet of rural Bucks County, not talking much, holding hands in the car. The parking lot didn't have a lot of empty spaces. We arrived earlier than we'd anticipated so we sat for a little while and watched while people came and went to and from the calling hour. Then it was time to go in. But I didn't want to. Once you go inside to the funeral, it's real. Up until then it's not real; it's like you've found yourself in a play you didn't audition for and you're doing really well ad-li...
