I was at a funeral today, which I won’t talk much about because it is still too hard to think about.
The person we lost was a person with great personal faith. At the mass, the Priest said something that really stuck with me (I am paraphrasing):
“People without faith believe that the sentence of their lives end with a period. People of faith believe it ends with a comma.”
Times like this I wish I was more of a comma kind of person.