I’m doing ok. My aunts funeral was yesterday. Funerals suck; it’s impossible not to cry, they’re like a solid cup of condensed sadness.
My work is very accommodating and I took today off too for bereavement. I maybe said I was spending it with my cousins but I really actually just spent it with myself (and, eventually, a six pack of yuengling).
In the life-carries-on category I have a first date on Friday with my first person I’m actually meeting off of match. Which I drunkenly agreed to pay over $100 for six months’ supply of about 5 months ago. Hey, at minimum I get to go see ant man and the wasp.
Death doesn’t absolve anyone of any flaws. But a person can be deeply flawed and still dear to you. I just want y’all to hear that because I got to hear, essentially, that biscuit-crux from another aunt the day I learned of my dead aunt’s death (correction: murder) and it helped a lot. In this case, it’s very very true.
I hope to get to bed early tonight. Back to work and deliverables tomorrow.
Luh u ‘ski