Of course, the most guilty person in this regard is myself. I have hated myself for so long. It hasn't worked. Time to try something new.

An Almost Unbearable Sweetness

Unfortunately, being in the business I'm in, I attend more than a normal share of funerals. One of our consumers died last Thursday, and the funeral was this morning. Most of our consumers are not high functioning enough to really grasp the idea of death, but we do have some "guys" that do understand.

Now, I hate funerals as a rule, and have a difficult time going up to pay my respects (the reason why is a story for another day), so I usually wait until the end when everyone makes one last quick pass past the casket.

As I was waiting on line today, one of our consumers, who normally has a difficult time talking (due to aphasia), was wheeled up to the casket. "Good-bye, Vinnie," she said, "I'll see you in heaven."