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That was a long strange weekend. Friday, I got a call that my LOL was in the hospital - and not expected to leave. After hospital visits on Friday and Saturday, I went and emceed a Dr. Sketchy, which induced some cognitive dissonance. Then, her family called early Sunday to say that she had died on Saturday night.
Well...she didn't have to go live in the hospital wing; her family and friends got to say goodbye; at the end, a picture of her husband was tucked up in her hospital bed with her.
Here she was in happier days, when she still lived in her flat in Stokes Valley and had her cat Tyger. Who is hopefully waiting for her where she is going.

Me? I'm OK; I shed my tears on Sunday morning and then, fortunately, spent the day in the company of friends. Planning a little break from volunteering, until the end of October.
Well...she didn't have to go live in the hospital wing; her family and friends got to say goodbye; at the end, a picture of her husband was tucked up in her hospital bed with her.
Here she was in happier days, when she still lived in her flat in Stokes Valley and had her cat Tyger. Who is hopefully waiting for her where she is going.
Me? I'm OK; I shed my tears on Sunday morning and then, fortunately, spent the day in the company of friends. Planning a little break from volunteering, until the end of October.
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Date: 2011-07-17 12:40 am (UTC)I'm sorry to hear about the LOL as well. Sounds like it was quick and smooth(ish) in the end.
I think the plan for a few months break is probably a good one. But volunteering and connecting is good for the soul too. So keep going in the long run (in whatever capacity suits you). Reflect. Engage.
It seems odd, glib, and slightly twee to type to someone I've only met once in limited circumstances, but I'm proud of(?), maybe for(?) you. It remains true though. Well done to both you and your LOL.