too.much.death.

darleen’s funeral was horrible. more horrible than my grandfathers. it’s always sad to see someone die young. she was around 50. my grandpa was almost 80. there’s a huge difference. tons and tons of people there because she was involved in a lot of book clubs, had started a program through working at barnes and nobles to donate books to people who don’t have money to spend on them, and had a big native american family. her son (my mom’s godson) paul is devastated. her daughter carrie just seemed numb. when we were leaving paul said that darleen was so proud of me for getting published in that magazine. she called me pretty polly for years after playing a character by that name in the 5th grade clowns play. she was more family to me than my family is, since they’re all so far away. it was horrible. just really really bad. they played that arms of the angle song by sarah maglaclan (sp?) and the entire room seemed to start sobbing.

that whole reevaluating life in the face of death thing…yeah…