I Went to a Funeral
This morning I happened upon a blog entitled, "You Went to a Funeral and then You Went Home." It was a powerful blog, and spoke to the separation of experience and feelings between those of us who attend funerals, and those who are the closest loved ones of the person who has passed. As it happened, I went to a funeral today for the father of a very dear friend of mine: Pop. Pop was more officially known as Conrad Corley, and his daughter has been a treasured and faithful friend to me for the past 23 years. This was only the second funeral I've attended in the 4 years since my Mom passed away in 2010, and I was struck in both cases by the impact these men had on their families and all the people whose lives they touched. I knew Pop, "Mr. Corley" to me, and my most enduring memory of him was his love for the Texas Rangers and his retirement job as a Ballpark Usher. They shared today that his pay for ushering was probably less than what it cost him to get...