Some Days are Better Than Others

Today my heart is breaking. My brother, Joseph Ansley, died this morning in a work related accident in Arkansas. I've shed tears of sorrow and been touched by stories shared by people who knew him. The minister's wife who works at his bank, his coworkers, the neighbor and her daughter, even the coronor in Havannah, Arkansas all speak of his friendship and kindness. His best freind described him as the one who always lifted him. He said, "We became old and settled for life, but Joseph never gave up on the dream."

The planning and details kept me busy today. We have been coordinating things over the phone with my brother's and sisters, our mother and Cristi. Being busy is good. Now it is quiet and the tears are flowing. I just didn't see this day on the itinerary.

The funeral will be in Ramah on Monday, Jan 19 at 10 am (four days before his 49th birthday). Tomorrow I will start a memorial DVD, write the obituary and draft the funeral program. Joseph, give Mother and Grandpa a hug for me. I love you.