Yesterday was simply exhausting. While it wasn't physically taxing, emotionally I feel as if I have been wrung out to dry. Funerals are always sad, but there is something profoundly heartbreaking watching a young child grieve their mother and parents mourn a daughter.
As expected, this tragedy has hit Scott especially hard. Monica was his first niece, and they had a special bond through childhood. Time has separated them, but those early bonds are strong and always have a way of holding. I wish that I could help him, but I find myself feeling inadequate as all I can do is offer hugs and hold his hand.
Today is the funeral, which I know will be difficult. Again, I wish there was something that I could do. Unfortunately, not everything can be fixed with words and cookies.