My inner Daniel Craig at a funeral
Last weekend I went to a funeral in Detroit. It was for my childhood friend's father, a kind man and a wonderful soul I was privileged to know, and it was of great sadness that I heard of his passing. I insisted on going to the funeral even though it was a ways to travel, but I believe in this principal and follow through on it completely: When people die, you go to their funerals. It says to you and others around you that you are there to pay your last respects to that person and that you cared for that person no matter what did or did not happen. But this blog is not about my friend's father, it was about another situation that presented itself at the event. I was nearly sickened to see that someone else showed up at this man's funeral when I saw him across the room. I quickly looked away and did not make eye contact. I didn't want to be near him. I have no idea if he saw me at all, and if he did he would probably play the avoiding game if h...