
Rage Against the Dying of the Light?
Our family huddled in the pew to brace ourselves from the cold slaps the January breeze delivered each time the entry door opened behind us. From my seat on the end, I looked down the aisle and scanned the room.
The chapel overflowed with strangers, dressed in dark suits and black dresses with overcoats tucked between them or stashed under seats, bound together in silent sorrow.












