another one to grieve

While we were staying in an out of state hotel vacationing,  my husband received a call on his cell phone. His father had passed away. 

We buried my father-in-law two days later, a day that the thermometer registered at 103 degrees. As we drove up to the cemetery for the graveside service we observed the waiting relatives and friends huddled under the few shade trees in the cemetery. I found an essential tinge of comfort in that scene.