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Today was another mixed sort of day.

I went to a funeral for a kid. It wasn't my first one for a kid, and probably won't be my last one. Afterward, I went to my previous school and people were asking me, "How was the funeral?" For some reason, this question struck me as an odd one. What was I supposed to say?

"It was a lot of fun." No, can't say it was fun.

"It was awful." Well, burying a kid isn't supposed to be great, if you know what I mean.

It was a funeral.

I will say, it was respectful. They did a good job of showing respect to the family and friends.

It was also great in that I heard the girl laugh one last time. She couldn't talk, but she could laugh. That is what is important, in my book.

Every time I sit in a funeral, I think, "I hope they have a party when I go on to Heaven. Funerals are too sad in my book." That was true again today.

After that, I went to my old school and saw my friends.

I will say, I am glad I'm here. Sometimes going back is a reminder that seasons are supposed to change.

Don't get me wrong, I will miss my friends...especially my TALL friends. They know who they are...

But, I realized something on my drive here.

I'm home.

Life.
Is.
Good.