The Funeral.....And My Undoing.....

One of the hardest things I have ever had to do.
My own mother went with me, as her and Lisa were friends from a long time ago that had grown apart.  And sitting there, listening to her life on paper, and hearing the sad music, made me not only mourn the death of Lisa, but the eventual passing of my own mother.
The feelings inside me are all battling for a place, so I don't know what to type.  Just had to type something.
Makes me wish I believed in the possibility of God.