Today was the funeral of my friend and colleague -they called it a celebration of his life but it really was a sad day. I feel bereft and am worn out. I forgot I have a club meeting tonight as well. I don’t know how I’m going to make it, but I keep thinking about how brave my friend is in her loss of her husband and if she can buck up and do all the things she’s been doing for the past 5 days, I can do what I need to do as well.
She told me last night that she didn’t even know how she was standing upright but that somehow she was finding the strength to do so. She reminded me of the time that one of our other friends said that her husband would drink dirty dishwater for her and we shared a little giggle over that because he totally would have. If she’d asked. What a great couple they were. I hope we can all band together to help her through this terrible, terrible time in her life.





