We went to Gloria's viewing (wake) last evening. Everything about death sucks. It makes me think too much. Makes me ask too many questions for which I have no answers. Makes me contemplate some of my choices and makes me want to second guess some of them.
Sometimes I think Dee and I go to a viewing mostly because we're hoping that the whole thing is just a big joke being played on us by warped friends - as if we're expecting the "guest of honor" to be there laughing at us for having believed that he or she was really gone. Gloria was there last evening. But, she's really gone.