Dazed

Life has been hazzy this past week. The death of my friend has shaken me and everything seems to remind me of her. I don't want to be at work and look with disdain at people who don't seem affected. Maybe I am just jealous that they feel closure. There is a memorial service for Stacey this Sunday and I plan on attending. People will be reading poetry, sharing stories, etc... and I am sure there will be tears. I don't usually attend funerals or services because I would rather celebrate life and remember people as they were, but she left us so abruptly I feel I owe it to her to attend. I know she's gone, but I haven't managed to say good-bye yet.