There's a memorial service tomorrow I should probably attend, but I just... don't do funerals. I'm not sure why, except that once I arrive, I always feel like I don't belong there... that someone who needs to be there should have the seat in the pew, the parking spot on the street, the \"I'm sorry for your loss\" moment after the service.

For some reason, I think I'm better at cookies a month later, coffee or dinner and time to talk. It just feels that once the hectic has died down, the silence intrudes, and then I know where I should be.