Summertime seems to be the worst for us. We, my husband &/or I always lose someone close to us. The first year we moved in the house, it was my husbands grandparents, months apart. Then the same summer my grandfather.
It was also a summer day that I found out one of my dearest longtime (nearly a decade at the time) friend was in a coma, near death, following a car accident I found out about while watching the local news on TV. She is walking and talking now, but will never be the same.
We have had several funerals between us. And they are never easy. And even ones where there were no services, as by request, as was the case by my great-grandfather. But they chip away none the less.
This time though, it wasn't me that answered the phone and had to break it to him when he got back. Which is pure torture.
Do you call him at work and tell him or wait? But one thing about answering is I feel like I helped in some way, this time my hands are tied. I know of no connections, a person to call and get the details. The service. Will there be one? Where? How soon?
It hurts to see those you love hurt.
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