Yesterday evening we went to Breanna's funeral. How can this be? We just went to her mom's funeral four months ago. Her mom was my age-45. Last week Breanna died of a heart attack at 22. She left behind a husband and two babies under two.

The funeral was so touching. Babies abounded. Family passed babies back & forth trying to console each other while keeping little ones quiet. It was fitting though. That's what their family is all about. Family. Everybody helping the other. A father-in-law holding his son-in-law's hand while the son-in-law is trying to pay tribute to his bride of the last five years and mother of their two small children. Her husband couldn't even speak when he went to the microphone........he stood there and sobbed.........he finally mustered up the strength to say what was on his heart.  A little brother of ten telling us how his older sister was like his mom (his mom had died in Sept) and at the end of a long school day would look for her big smile when she picked him up from school. An older sister mourning the loss of her little sister. Her little one almost two crying for his mommy. But...........she's not there. The only consolation was that she was a Christian and so was her mom and that they're up in heaven together. Two loving mothers, wives, friends, missed so very much.

During a slide show of Bree's life the song Yesterday by the Beatles was played. As I sat and thought about it, the song fit what must be going on in her husband's life. The words seem so fitting for a man faced with raising two children and the love of his life gone by no choice of their own.

Yesterday,
All my troubles seemed so far away,
Now it looks as though they're here to stay,
Oh, I believe in yesterday.

Suddenly,
I'm not half the man I used to be,
There's a shadow hanging over me,
Oh, yesterday came suddenly.

Why she
Had to go I don't know, she wouldn't say.
I said,
Something wrong, now I long for yesterday.

Yesterday,
Love was such an easy game to play,
Now I need a place to hide away,
Oh, I believe in yesterday.

Why she
Had to go I don't know, she wouldn't say.
I said,
Something wrong, now I long for yesterday.

Yesterday,
Love was such an easy game to play,
Now I need a place to hide away,
Oh, I believe in yesterday.

Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm.

At the end of the funeral when it was time to go my sensitive eight year old son who is in tune with his mother and her feelings came over and gave me a hug and asked if I was all right. I just started crying again, because I wasn't.