I don't have much tonight. It's only Tuesday, but it feels like Thursday at the LEAST. The weather is gray, misty, cold.
We went to two wakes tonight. Wakes for two good women who will be buried tomorrow. Women who left children, grandchildren and great grandchildren.
Isabelle and Rose lived long lives. Not healthy lives, in the end, but lives without prolonged suffering. They both had what one calls "a good death". That's something to cling to when nothing else is left.