Two suicides, the grave side service for one of them, my minor participation in one of the investigations and hundreds of thoughts about family dynamics, lost sheep, the Good Shepherd and more are tumbling through my mind crowding out any writing I might otherwise do. And these are things I cannot write about without jeopardizing confidences and the well being of others. I think I’ll pet the dog, do a crossword and finish reading Callahan’s book on stewardship.