Together.

I'm lying in bed wondering how I'm going to put on a smile and gather enough energy to play with my active little girl when she wakes up from her nap.

...

They cried and confessed and questioned and proclaimed and prayed.

They talked about Hope and Christ and Promises.

The pastor prayed that his death would bring reconciliation among the families--clearly he knew some of our story.

In a sense, death can be healing for the mourners--something I never understood until today.

We are a very broken family, no doubt, but we are also a family united in mourning.

For the first time, we are united.

We know grief and how to fight our way through the storms; we each know how to cope because we've had to do a lot of it.

We don't know how to do it together, though.