Finding Andrew: Farewelling a Complicated Man
Some funerals are simple. You gather the memories, tell the stories, and celebrate a life well-lived. But others ask more of you. They invite you into complexity, into relationships that didn’t follow the textbook, into grief that’s tangled up in decades of silence and love that didn’t always find the right words. Andrew’s funeral was one of those. And I’m grateful for it.
From the Dugout to Goodbye: Peter’s Story
Not every funeral happens inside a chapel. Some unfold on baseball diamonds, under old trees, beside the log that once served as the very first “grandstand.” Some don’t even feel like funerals at all. They're more like family picnics threaded with memory, music, and the quiet gravity of love. That’s how it was for Peter Santos.
“Do We Have to Wear Black?”, she asked.
When Morgan came to me to plan her dad’s funeral, she had a simple but powerful question: “Do we have to wear black?” It was quiet, almost hesitant, like she wasn’t sure if she was allowed to ask. But in that one line, I could feel how much love and thought she was already pouring into this farewell.