Love and Death.

You were with me when one of my best friends had a death in the family.

Thinking about it, it's weird the thoughts that are associated with death. The way different types affect us, and the things we notice may provide powerful insight into the disgusting selfish and morbid human psyche.

At the funeral, I didn't see my friend until afterwards, outside the stake center and on the way to the cemetary. I clearly remember meeting his eye. I remember him stopping in mid-conversation and walking over to me and hugging me. A real hug, long and hard and silent.

And to this day, I feel moved and disturbed. I felt incredibly, insatiably loved at a funeral.