Perspective...

I'm better now.  The Husbandly One came in, took one look at me, and decided what I needed was fresh air and a change of scene.  So, we went out for dinner, and drove around looking at Christmas lights.  I won't be going to the funeral.  I'll send a card, make a donation in her name to American Cancer Society or something, and think of her next Samhain.  I'll call her husband and commiserate, call my sisters and share funny stories, and ask my daughter where Betty-Boo's sugar is, and watch her point to the back of her neck.  

Thank you, to all of you who wrote.  It helped.  I feel truly blessed that you are all part of my community.  My LJ family.  

Love,

Auntie