Well it finally came in. I drove by on Thursday and saw it for the first time and it hit me hard. I cried...well wailed more like it. I'm glad I was alone, although if anyone was in the graveyard at the time I'm sure they would understand... I mean if they are there I'm sure they have had their crying days there as well. It's hard going there. Even when I don't cry I still am left in a funk all day. funk's are difficult because they are normally not emotions and feelings and moods you can explain verbally and they aren't ones that are even expressible through crying and such... I guess that's what makes them funky. So I just endure the pain and the confusion and try not to take it out on others around me and go to bed early. Then in my experience, I find that His mercies are new every morning and I am greeted by a new day that although doesn't bring an absence of sadness it does bring opportunities for joy.