Tough Day

Yesterday was the funeral for my friend's husband. The church was packed. It was a nice service. But we shouldn't have been there. We did not need to be there. One selfish act caused a lot of grief and grieving for a lot of people. As I sat there, I felt so sorry for my friend and her two daughters. I prayed for them that God would grant them peace to deal with life after the service. I was also getting angry. Angry at her husband. I was in a sour mood the whole day. It is the first time I have known someone who committed suicide. I hated being there. An unnecessary gathering.