Heritage Church, where the service is being held is a casual attire church. Wear jeans. It's one of the many things I love about it.
I usually love a blank page to type on, but I have few words to describe how I'm doing. Two mornings I have opened my eyes to an empty spot next to me. I took my coffee out to the back stoop and sat crying. I'm not capable of hard decisions, yet so many to make at a time like this. I'm numb, overcome with sadness and in shock.
I mourn. The word even sounds sad. I moooouuuuurn.