Saturday, April 19, 2003
We blow by this day way too quickly. This is the day of sorrow. Friday was the day of shock and disbelief, but what of Saturday? Were the men already back at their work? Already fishing again? This is the day of grieving, the day of wailing, the day of mourning. We know what the women were doing -- they were preparing to visit the body and prepare it for its final burial. They were doing their faithful duty as proper mourners. But the men? I wonder. This is the day that gets ignored. This is the day that fascinates me. This is the day that causes me to tremble.