today, for the first time, i buried a friend. up until now it’s only been family members (immediate or extended) who’ve passed. i didn’t like it one bit. i just sat and stared at the shiny brass handles of his casket, my eyes leaking while i listened to the eulogies. now my head is pounding and i think i could use another cry.
one day, i hope to have the time, energy and inclination to actually write something well thought out or at least vaguely interesting again.
A last minute trip to Worcester would make for great entry fodder, eh? I’d let you use the computer at will (without looking over your shoulder, even!). ;)
Sorry again about the funeral. I’ve lost a few friends, always odd, but never been to a funeral for anyone other than relatives.
I’ve lost 2 good friends in the last 13 years – one to a drunk driver, the other by suicide. I hope you are ok, Heather. Take good care and give yourself some time. It really is hard, isnt it? Thinking of you….
*gives you hugs*