As it does.
I received - a text this morning from a mutual friend letting me know the funeral is on Friday at 1pm. I can't attend, but I will send flowers and I will light a candle and maybe log onto her blog and have a read. So, far it's just too poignant to read words of a marvelous woman who should not be dead - but Friday, feels like a day to remember, to read, to cry, to laugh, and just be.
An advantage of young kiddies is one doesn't have time to mooch and mope, there's snacks and meals to make, play to be had, adventures to the park, releasing suprising creatures back outside:
The children's boisteriousness was beginning to wear on my patience, so time to trundle to the park. Rye on his bike and the little one walking beside me holding my hand. I took a ride on toy for her, and she loved racing it around - took quite a shine to one of the older boys there too.
It's just enough time for the ringing in my ears to stop, the threatening of a headache to abate, to prepare tea, (today roasted seasonal veggies with organic belly pork seasoned with pepper, sage and garlic) and to sit on the bed while Rye watches Harry and his bucketful of dinosaurs, and I enjoy the peace and a cuddle :-)
Aye, life goes on.