It was very cathartic and helpful to attend Karen Kincaid's memorial service on Saturday. Even though I didn't know her very well, and Mike didn't know her at all, we both got a lot out of the priest's comforting perspective. People said such wonderful things about her that it made me wish I had known her better. Although then, the pain would have been pretty much unbearable. As latecomers, we were sitting at the very front of the church, near the altar, with a view of the rest of the congregation. This meant we were staring right at Karen's husband and family the whole time. I just kept staring at the wedding ring on his finger and crying.