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Before I lost my father, I never understood the rituals surrounding funerals: the wake, the service itself, the reception afterward, the dinners prepared by well-meaning friends and delivered in plastic containers, even the popular habit of making poster boards filled with photos of the dear departed. But now I know why we do those things. It's busywork, all of it. I had so much to take care of, so many arrangements to make, so many people to inform, I didn't have a moment to be engulfed by the ocean of grief that was lapping at my heels. Instead, I waded through the shallows, performing task after task, grateful to have duties to propel me forward.Wendy Webb
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Then the truth began to reveal itself, as it always does. truth seeks the light of day, needs it just like we need air, and so it finds ways to seep out of the sturdiest. most skillfully hidden boxes--even those buried deeply in the hearts of the dead.Wendy Webb