I am in the middle of writing the liturgy for the funeral of a husband and wife and their oldest son. Last night I held the family as a line of people snaked through the funeral home. It was overwhelming for everyone. Yesterday I got the news that my neighbor’s father died suddenly. I sit looking out at the water and my heart breaks – breaks for the sorrow and the pain, breaks for the loss and the hard days ahead. As I write the funeral I write about love, which in the end is all there is, and I remember the same feeling of heart breaking when people were so kind to me through my cancer. It is love that breaks our hearts because it can’t be contained.