freya46

I'm at work and my mind keeps wandering. I don't think I've been this affected by someone's death before.

The Rabbi here at work is doing the funeral and we spoke together for a bit before he came in. I started to cry again, as I'm doing now. Such a needless waste. I really should be working. It's just too hard to comprehend. He was going to come to the park on Tuesday eve with his son to watch the fencing and fighting. He got a kick out of it. His son is 3. Sigh. Sorry.

There's a bris going on here right now. New life. New hope.