As it happened...I just barely walked into the church and there was the bishop. I reached out to shake his hand and said, “I don’t know what to say, Bishop! Two such losses in such a short time. Please give your wife my condolences.” It was a bit longer conversation, but that was the gist of it. His parting remarks to me were, “My first funeral as a bishop (conducting) is Tuesday and it’s my mother-in-law.”
And I couldn’t figure out why I felt so rotten during Sacrament meeting. :o|
Everything went fine at this end. I’m thinking about lying down with a book for a while.