It being 8:30ish, nearly exactly twelve hours ago I got the news from the hospice aide in my literally just-awakened ears that my aunt had passed. It still has not fully sunk in. I’ve received some beautiful words and gestures from neighbors and friends and some family, too.
I am wondering how I will handle “the quiet.” I hope I can. Maybe I will finally be able to stop staring at the guitar and actually pick it up and do Charlie Wallace’s wonderful courses. That would be pretty fabulous. I do think it would as I can make some pretty neat noises by beating on things, so, yeah. My hands are very weak, but that can change. Music may be the only way out… it is also likely the only thing I’d ever be able to actually do.
I also want to make good on my promise to provide a safe and lovely place to be for the two fab femmes upstairs. This is still a great place to raise a child and that will be a fine legacy for a fat old hippy I think.
God I don’t even know when services might be… they have yet to call back. They only got her at 1:30. Not too far off I imagine.
So today I am doing alright… sort of… tomorrow will be… tomorrow. My sister will be here for support bless her heart.