Went to a funeral today. Was out of the blue. I didn't even know she'd died until last night. She was sick though. Still, makes you think. Makes ME think. Nothing like death to make one confront their own mortality - at least til the 'shock' and rawness of the emotions of the day wear off. But I'm not depressed. Even though I don't believe in '***' as she (my friend) did I think at least in her afterlife or wherever she is or whatever has become of that life force within that she's happier now. Just surreal to think she's gone now, never to be seen or spoken of again unless it's in past tense.
On another note am tired. Perpetually tired. Waited to talk to sis but she's busy and had to go. Probably not a bad thing, I have work in the morning. Guess I'd best get my tubby **** off to bed...
*yawn*
*waves*
*wanders off*