Well...

That wasn't a pity party the other night.
I can't do a damn thing for my dead ones other than help see them off and remember them.
It's time to do what I can for the living people I care about: offer comfort and aid where I can, laugh and cry with them, hug them, love them.
It's a simple matter of treating people the way I want to be treated.

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."