I feel like I should write this eloquent post about Holli's wake, something that is uplifting and inspiring and will bring hope to all who read it. But I can't. The truth of the matter is that attending the wake of a friend is a tough thing. Seeing her less than a week old baby float between family and friends because her mom was lying motionless just feet away was hard. Knowing that Carie isn't going to experience the love and warmth of her mother, that was hard. I should have been visiting Holli on Sunday like we had planned. I should have been smiling and laughing with her and remembering the good old times like our trip to Mountain TOP, or how much fun it was to be in a band in high school called Spazms of Faith. How truly spastic she and I were, how much fun we had at YAR. The various retreats, hanging out at my house between Sunday worship and youth group. You know, all of the fun stuff we had done.

But that's not how it is. Instead, today was a rough day. Today was a day I wasn't ready to experience, but I didn't have a choice. I'll be back to the routine tomorrow, but today will probably change a bit of my outlook on things. One thing I keep relearning is that it is never easy to lose a friend no matter what the circumstances.

In other news, more to come on Annual Conference in the next few days. If you need something uplifting as an intro to what is to come, check out one of the games we played during conference here. Drew won even though I totally had my chance when the Bishop walked into the bathroom as I was walking out but I just couldn't bring myself to play such a game while in the bathroom with the Bishop.

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