the only good thing about losing someone you care about...

Actually, in all honesty... who am I kidding? There really, truly isn't anything good about losing someone that you care about. I was trying to be really, super duper positive, but the closest that I can get to "that" is to say that at least the most emotional, gut-wrenching, upseting, disgusting part of the day is done.

As far as funerals go, no offense to my Catholic friends, but the Catholics have a long way to go to improving them. But all in all, mourning and grieving aside, Fr. Paul did an okay job. And that says a lot coming from a "used to be Catholic" gal. He is pretty old fashioned, but equally pastoral.

And now, for lack of being able to reflect anything productive, it's off to the night class to stare off into space, pretend I'm listening, and look like I'm taking down the odd note about what she is saying.

Puffy eyes 'n' all... man, sometimes life just knocks the wind right outta ya.