In the next week, I will be attending not one, but two funerals for people I loved very much. One was a family member, and at 94 his passing was quiet and peaceful. A life, though complicated, that was well-lived.
The other was a friend. Someone who was taken from this world too soon who deserved a much better ending than the one he got. He was kindness personified and loved everyone in his life with his whole heart. He fought cancer for 4 years beyond what the doctors said he would have, and while that is unquestionably a miracle, it doesn't change how deep the grief inside of me has become.
I'm quiet right now, because my mind is either too loud to handle or too numb to think. This too shall pass and I hope everyone will still be around when I finally have my feet back under me. I won't let my obligations slide, but every thought, every word, right now is a battle.
To those who celebrated Thanksgiving, I hope it was a good day. To those who have asked if I'm alright, thank you for caring. I am not okay right now, but I will be.