Well, this is really not a hymn or a dirge. But it feels like I'm lifting up a lamentation of sorts.  (and how about that new word I discovered:  coronach!!)

There is no denying that we are living, and dying, in a tumultuous time.  As a lover of obituaries, they are the first thing I turn to in the morning.  

They read differently now.  And families are having to adjust to the reality of smaller services (or no services at all until a later time).  That feels lamentable to me, though I understand the rationale for the precautionary measures.

Here's a few obituary samples from two local newspapers.  Read them and weep as they say.

And send up your own prayer for all of those families that are having to adjust to a new way of mourning and grieving.