I just spend two hours composing a post. I lost internet connection in the middle, so I should have saved it before posting. It is gone. Maybe I revealed too much. Only God knows what I shared about the two hour memorial service, and six hour reception. Only God knows my heart. I wish Bob could have read it, but maybe God does not want him to.
I am angry it is gone, but the process of writing helps organize my thoughts. Dump my concerns. Maybe I will try again later. Maybe. There is nothing permanent nor sure with flakey computers. Oh, well.