It rained heavily the day of my father’s funeral. Many people remarked on how awful the weather was. I responded that it seemed kind of perfect for the occasion.

A week later, at the funeral of my close friend, the same thing happened.

I don’t think that was a coincidence. It could simply be that both events took place in winter, although the days either side on both occasions were sunny and quite pretty. I like to think it was nature’s way of showing empathy.

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