when i was little there was a neighbor who kinda took me in. my mom was a totally non-creative person who didn't really understand her right brained intensely creative child. this woman nurtured my creative self and helped me be exactly who i was. when i was older i took care of her kids for her. (2 boys)
she always had a tough marriage. her H (last i knew) was alcoholic and they had separated. but the death notice in the paper lists her as "beloved wife."
he's a young guy. around 60 or less as far as i could figure. my father died suddenly when i was 15 (he was 56), so i know how shocking this kind of death can be. but her kids are much older. in their 30s.
we haven't been close in years. but i am going to the wake tonight (no funeral was listed on the death notice). i have to drive over and hour to get there, but i figure coffee can be my friend.
not sure what i am feeling, sadness and something else too.
she always had a tough marriage. her H (last i knew) was alcoholic and they had separated. but the death notice in the paper lists her as "beloved wife."
he's a young guy. around 60 or less as far as i could figure. my father died suddenly when i was 15 (he was 56), so i know how shocking this kind of death can be. but her kids are much older. in their 30s.
we haven't been close in years. but i am going to the wake tonight (no funeral was listed on the death notice). i have to drive over and hour to get there, but i figure coffee can be my friend.
not sure what i am feeling, sadness and something else too.









