the one with Clint

I attended a funeral yesterday.  They never get easier.  It's not like "practice" and you get better at attending.  Funerals are just plain tough.  And this one was no exception.  Clint died from colon cancer.  Yep.  He had a bad ass, too.  

I try to remember what it was like, being sick.  It wasn't that just BAM, one day I was sick.  I think it came on each day, a little more.  Until one day, I'm doubled over and hurting and I have to do something about it.  

My heart hurts for Clint's kids.  He left behind 2.  And his sister and mom lost their dad just a few years ago.  

My husband is a Knights of Columbus and they fall out at funerals.  That's him on the right.  At the rosary the night before, Steven, a close friendly (friend like family) of Clint's, spoke about Clint in a tux at his wedding.  Since I photographed Steven + Marci's wedding, it made me search for images of him.  I found a few and they made me smile.  I thought I would share them with you.

Love Does,
Kristin