Make Life an Adventure
Cheryl Murphy WritesYesterday I said goodbye to someone tremendously special. If you’ve ever been to the funeral service of someone you love, you know what that’s like. Awful. Glorious. Painful. Hard. Loving. It was my first. Not my first funeral or death; my first time saying goodbye to someone that played a very real and meaningful part in my life. As far as firsts go, it’s not one a person appreciates having. No one goes around celebrating their first real loss, marking it on their calendars and having My First Death parties. Still, as far as firsts go, it’s one of the most profound. Probably second only to having a child. On some level, it may not even be second. There’s no changing it for the better, no making up for mistakes, no learning curve. There’s no do-over. It simply is. Forever is a long time. The survivors have to live with it. I know my pain, I know how completely and totally devastated I feel. Waking up this morning after tossing and turning all night long and crying all morning, even as











