So tomorrow, I get to see one of my good friends go through the agony of remembering his mother.
Excuse my language but...fuck.
I will be driving to Sac'to early tomorrow for an 11 am service, to be followed by escorted funeral procession to the cemetery and then to the reception. I'm really trying not to dwell on it, but unfortunately, it has parked itself smack in the middle of my thoughts if I'm not otherwise occupied with work, or sleep. I'm one of those people who looks all hard and stoic on the outside. My mother taught me that. But I'm an artist and tend to emote. I'm really a sap, but when really hard stuff like this happens, I fall back on my mother's way of dealing with pain, and just try to get through it without too much emotion and deal with it later. My resolve was put to the test by Nathania on Wednesday who gave me a long and loving hug. I was thankful for the gesture and being in her arms, I started to crack. I think I really needed that hug, though...There's going to be a rather large Bay Area contingent there for him.
((heavy sigh))
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