Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I cried at the beginning of a walk with my friend today, because I am so disappointed we had to change my daughter's memorial service to virtual. But after we'd walked, stopped for a cappuchino, and gone to a bookstore, I felt better. I bought a few books for the grandsons and a few for me, to distract me from my sadness. I new Megan Abbott mystery looks good, and I grabbed the new Daniel Silva book, a book on nature, and several vintage books. I'm reading A Gentleman in Moscow right now, which is filled with beautiful language and description, but is sorrowful as well. My friend said it was good, and she is right. This afternoon, after lunch, my husband and I are attempting to go through the rest of the photo albums to find more pictures of our daughter to add to a slide show we will do at the virtual service. This is painful. She was so beautiful, lively and brilliant, and it's impossible to accept that she's gone, and if and when her daughter has children, they will never know their grandmother. This loss is great.