"it occurred to me then, that every plan is a tiny prayer to Father Time"

I just got home from the funeral of one of my Centenary friends. She was beautiful, talented, and NO KIDDING the nicest person I knew. and she was only 20. I may have more to say later, but I couldn't stop thinking about how maybe that wasn't the picture she wanted on the program (?) and maybe she didn't want to be wearing what she was wearing and maybe she didn't want an open casket at all. Because we may think of those things but we hardly ever PLAN them... it just makes it too real. And maybe the point of funerals is to make the family and friends feel better (and that church was packed) or maybe somehow Jennifer was there. "I don't know, and neither do you." But the pastor said a few things that stuck with me: that death will always come in the middle of our plans, and he read a journal entry that she wrote just days ago, about how every breath is a gift and how life goes by too quickly.

I'm just thinking...

But I am very sad for her family, and Leah and all her other friends.