I'm going to a funeral tomorrow. One that should not be happening. A horrible, wrong death, a murder in which everyone involved is a victim. An awful, frightening tragedy without a shred of catharsis available, as far as I can see. I'm scared of it. Scared of the grief and the lack of a way out of it. But I want to go, to support my friends, to honour a very good woman who should not have died now.
I asked my friend what I could do. Tissues, and a bag for used tissues, is all she said. What else is there to do but cry, and pick up the tears, I suppose. It's all we have.
I asked my friend what I could do. Tissues, and a bag for used tissues, is all she said. What else is there to do but cry, and pick up the tears, I suppose. It's all we have.
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Yes. Sometimes that is all that can be done.
I am so sorry.
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