I'm feeling really wiped out today. Yesterday I got the opportunity to hang out with some kids at our local high school who were grieving the death of their friend, Ali Arbogast. In the afternoon I went to the wake at the Roman Catholic Church in town. It was full of young people and old weeping and sobbing. When I left it was pouring down rain and I got soaked. The downpour from heaven on the outside of the church seemed very appropriate considering what was going on inside the church.
When I pulled into my house my little 1.5-year-old daughter was looking out the window, waiting for me. She got excited when she saw me pull in the drive. It was so good to hold her after just speaking with Frank Arbogast who was standing beside the coffin of his beautiful dead 16-year-old daughter at the wake. I can only imagine the pain.