Sometimes good times can come out of bad times as demonstrated by the following: Consumed by my loss, I didn’t notice the hardness of the pew where I sat. I was at the funeral of my dearest friend – my mother. She finally had lost her long battle with cancer. The hurt was so intense, I found it hard to breathe at times . . . https://www.wordsfortheday.com/2025/01/wrong-funeral/