Checking my phone messages after a massage today I found a message from a woman who was requesting my services for a home funeral. Her friend's husband just died today, fell flat on his face while jogging with his wife. Sixty-six years old. His name is John. My goodness. This is my first home funeral call. I wasn't nervous but my mind was racing about how I could help these people. I have some very tight work commitments this week and next with out-of-town plans this weekend. They live almost 3 hours away. I have a partner who will be doing this work with me so I wondered if she would be free to help. I wanted to help them. I returned their call.

His body is already at the funeral home. An autopsy will probably be done. They have a meeting with the director of the funeral home tomorrow. They will probably move forward in that direction but will call me if they decide to bring him home.

Safe journey to you brother John. Blessings to you and to those you've left behind.