Saturday was filled with work-related activities. I know, it was Saturday. First, I hosted a group of sign language interpreters for a videoconference at our county office of education. I played so many games, my IPhone battery ran down before it was over. I did get part of my book read for the book group.
Saturday afternoon was down time and laundry time. But at 5:00, I went to the funeral of the beautiful 3-year-old son of our department clerk-typist. I think it may have been the overall saddest funeral I have ever attended. The video prepared by his grandfather was heart-breaking, filled with snapshots and videoclips of the child being himself. He was charming, funny, smart and would never have needed speech therapy. One of the women in the department told me a few weeks ago when we knew he wouldn't live, that she was glad she had seen him at a department event so that she would have a positive picture of him in her memory. Another woman in the department left the reception after the funeral early to go home and be with her children. I imagine that it stirred a primal urge to protect her child.
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