Life Ain't Always Fun -- Sometimes It's FUN-damental

On the heels of my Aunt's funeral which was such a celebration of a life well lived -- her only child (my cousin Denise) went to bed and died in her sleep that night.

We were in shock. It has taken the funeral recipe to help us come to terms with it. Phone calls, visitation and today her funeral.
The women cousins will be her pall bearers as she was a single woman and we all follow the Aunties model of carrying each others joys and burdens.
We have asked ourselves often "Where we would be without the faith that was handed down to us by our parents?"
Being in a large family we were introduced to FUNDAMENTALS early in our lives.
Hospital duty after the age of 12. Sitting by the bed of whoever was sick at the time.
Funerals after the age of 8. Death was a part of life and we were exposed to the hard questions and life altering answers from an early age.
This will be a sad day. Our burden will be heavy. We will know the drill.
But we do not grieve as those without hope. And that is the heritage that makes us rich.