And then I started crying. And the tears were real. The tears were not a matter of protocol or custom. They didn't happen just because I happened to be at a funeral and I was expected to cry.
I guess it's true that you never, ever realize what you have until it's gone. I realized what was gone at our "family reunion."
So, I resolve, to the extent that I can control it, that funerals will not be the only time that I spend meaningful time with family members or friends. Funerals will not be my family reunions. I will randomly call my family and friends. I will annoy them with attention.