I know I should write something about seeing my friend’s daughter dead today; dressed in a pink sequined dress and petaled flower tiara in the casket, ripe flowers all around. The baby pictures on loop on a monitor above the casket, the politics of it all, the weird funeral director, the waste of a 24 year old.
I should, but I can’t just now.
I just hugged my loved ones tighter today. I slowed way down, and I said more words of thanks.
At the moment I have no other words.