One more death

I've had to deal with so many deaths in the last year that I feel empty.
The latest was a 99-year-old friend. 50 years and two weeks older than I, but a friend all the same. One of those people I remember from when I first remember people. She was lovely and beautiful. She was one of my non-blood grandmas.
There are few people whose death would hit me harder who aren't family or younger friends.
I'm just sad right now, and want to make bad decisions and then sleep until I'm not numb anymore. I won't, but I will lift a glass to Ava. I think good humor, pets and whiskey were the secrets to her long life.
As the Greeks say, "May her memory be eternal."