Strange Days

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Well hello there readers. How has this week been for you? I for one am quite glad to bid it farewell. Although to my relief it does end with me in a much better state of mind than the one in which I languished at it’s dawning. Which is nice.

A few early (ish) nights, and some downtime have really helped me regain control of myself. The fact that today also brought resolution to a few of the larger concerns in my life has also aided the recovery. I would speak more of those, but time is short and they are boring. So onward!

Alas all is not fine just yet, the funeral is next Friday; and I am visiting the parents this weekend, so there are some - Strange? Days ahead. Mind you, everyday is strange in its own way.
I’m not sure how I will feel on Friday. I have never been to a funeral before. As I mentioned in a previous post, the members of my family that have died in my lifetime, have done so when I was too young to attend their funerals; I have not yet had cause to look death in the face. Actually, there have been a few occasions when my own life could have ended abruptly, but those are tales for another time. It will be an interesting experience none the less, and one I feel I should embrace. After all, it is experience that teaches us, defines us. Perhaps gazing upon death firsthand will offer some answers on life? It is unlikely that those answers will be so clearly defined, but the time it will allow for contemplation will prove useful. Though not all my thoughts will be on myself, both my brothers and sister have agreed to go, given how shaken up they have been I’ll be keeping an eye on them.