Today my church celebrated All Saints Day, a day when we remember those in our church family who have died in the past year. I forgot–until I walked through the door and saw the banners. One had my husband’s name on it.
The service was beautiful, but unexpectedly difficult. I am thankful to all those who comforted me during and after. And to Valerie, who gave me Kleenex.
You can watch the service here: