It's terribly cold outside, and not exactly warm in here.

i am wearing three layers of flannel, and blogging from under blankets.  i suppose my Husband's body is frozen, over at that military grave-yard.

Strange, how our minds shut down, in order to cope.  During my Husband's viewing, funeral and burial, it was like, i was a guest at some guy's funeral.  i regret not offering the other people to take a flower with them - there were plenty of flowers.  i just didn't think, just was at someone's funeral.  At the viewing, the sermon just didn't register, though the Pastor preached that sooner or later, each one of us ... 

Funerals are for the living, and i am glad the Pastor's message, was gentle, but reminded us that we each will go into eternity, and our fate is on Christ's terms.  Most people really don't want to square with that reality - hey, me too. 

What really ticks me off, are these holier-than-thou types, who go around as if they are above temptation and sin.  Just read a preachy blog-post, from such a one - that woman, with her long goody-two-shoes lectures (comes off as looking down at other wives - who don't have th' $$ for personal trainers...) That woman gives me the willies.