Hydra and I went out for another early evening hike.
It was good and head-clearing.
I went to a funeral earlier in the day. A writer friend’s mother passed away after she’d taken care of her for 7 years. Alzheimers.
The service was made up of people getting up and speaking about the deceased and her daughter. La Loca, as we’ll call her, was beautiful in a mohawk haircut that shows off her incredible bone structure. Her girlfriend and their six-year-old daughter got up and spoke of the things they loved about grandma. It was moving and quiet, and a good commemoration of a life.
My friend, the Elegant E, and I went together. It was more personally emotional than either of us expected.
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