This morning he attended the funeral for one of his cousin’s children. “There is a season for everything, a time to every purpose under heaven,” read the lector.
After Communion, music played. He closed his eyes and remembered those times as a boy with his cousins. Some who were with him then were with him still.
There is a time for everything. A time for joy and a time for sorrow. A time for laughter and a time for tears.