The Irony of a Short Run
I was out early this morning for my usual jog. It was chilly with a few fleeting flakes of snow blowing around. I took my usual winter route that takes me though Greenwood Cemetery on the Northwest side of Grand Rapids.
When I went, I didn't know if it was going to be just a showing, or if there would be a service and burial too. I guess I didn't really think about it.