I can't sleep; the mother of a dear friend of mine passed away this weekend. She literally died in her sleep, she just didn't wake up on Saturday morning. How beautiful is that? She was in her 80s.
Again, this is a death with which I can be at peace. A long life, punctuated by many happy milestones. Most recently, in October, she attended the wedding of her granddaughter. That's a big deal.
Tomorrow I will go to her funeral, which will include her burial, and I haven't been to once since Alice's. I think I will cry through the whole thing, at the injustice of death, and out of missing Alice. The difference between the funerals, though, is that it is supposed to be in the 30s here tomorrow. On the day of Alice's funeral in Southern California, it was naturally in the high 70s.
I write here to alleviate the heaviness in my heart. Does it work? At least I feel I can get to sleep now, maybe, having written these thoughts that sometimes keep me awake.
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