Today Jon and I attended Jena’s funeral. It was really a wonderful service. Lots of people were there, and many spoke. Jon wrote delivered a speech, and was very eloquent. The funeral was very helpful in commemorating Jena, and in gathering together the community to share grief and come to some understanding of what happened. Afterwards, we agreed that we felt much better for having been there.

Funerals are really very healing things, I think. I am never happy when someone I know dies, even though I know that everyone will. But I have found great solace in marking the occasion, in gathering with others, and in having a venue to express my emotions.

Even through the funeral today, though, new life was making its presence felt. The baby was moving around a lot, especially when music was playing. My books tell me that he or she now weighs in at a whopping 3 pounds. The kiddo is about 10 3/4 inches from crown to rump, or 15 inches from head-to-toe. And I am definitely feeling every last ounce, and every last inch. But you know, that’s OK with me. 🙂

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