The Gift of Solitude and Simple Pleasures
Today has been a special day for me for the last 23 years. It is the day of my dad's funeral and burial. I remember it being a frigid March day, the ground still frozen with snow flurries chilling my bones in the graveyard. Maybe there were specs of spring budding from the earth, but otherwise, it was extremely grey. Before the burial, I remember my husband and I walking directly behind the casket to the altar with my mom at our center. I remember reciting my parents' favorit