Saturday, November 05, 2005, 3:21 AM
As I looked at the woman lying there in her white coffin, her face the picture of serenity, I wondered how to approach this matter at hand.
There I was at my victor's wife's funeral.
Granted I did not have personal relations with the deceased. Yet, cautiously I moved, totally aware of my every action. How would Victor like me to act? What was he feeling?
I had no idea.
Did he cry? I've never seen him cry. Was he hurting? Or was he finally relieved everything was put to rest?
I never know what to do at funerals. I never know what to do with death. I always wonder what happens after. It's not good to think so much about this is it? But its part and parcel of life anyway. Im not shrugging it off. Im simply acknowledging its nature and status.
Dar told me today to not regret. Long talk which made loads of sense. I think she's right in almost every way.
It's been a long night.
let’s doodle
