Easter, grief, and dividing by zero | Worship
Last updated 4/7/2021 at 5:38pm
I think the strangest thing was how cold the body was. Every morning when I walk into my bathroom and I touch the counter I expect it to be cold – to feel the heat leaving me and warming the surface of the vanity. It was such an odd sensation to be touching the body of what was once a vibrant, imperfect, wonderful man – and feeling the heat leave me to warm his frigid, stiff skin.
We got him dressed respectably and called it a day. I headed home, showered and headed to my day job in healthcare and got on conference calls. It was my first time ever touching, maneuvering, and spending so...