I pulled back into the driveway yesterday afternoon at about 4pm, happy to be home again. Praying the rosary, attending Mass and watching the final burial for someone who was supposed to be at the beginning of his life was hard. It hurt to see someone who was as old and as young as me and was supposed to have just as much future just gone, just wiped away leaving nothing but memories. But when I left for the hotel on Saturday night, I felt a deep and a very real sense of love and peace. I was able to talk about Zach with his friends and share stories about his life, and laugh at some of the dumb things we’d done in the past. I love my community mates, but this was a catharsis they never could have provided. I’m incredibly grateful I was able to be there.
I just hope and pray this isn’t anything I’ll have to experience again in a long long long time.