Today was today and I am so tired and spent I don't have much for you.
The funeral was accompanied with a day long windstorm that raged by ripping down trees, forcing open the funeral home doors and taking out the lights. It was the living echo of the turmoil of my heart as it rages that life is too short. Here I am it whistles as it pushes the trees, here I am. Do we ever know when the forever goodbye will be?