Maybe I’m just being me and thinking. Instead of just going, I’m churning things around in my head. Kay would really laugh at those silly thoughts. Like why a five hour “Celebration of Life?” Are we supposed to stay all five hours? I think not. What to wear? Daughter Lessa is wearing the brightest colors she owns telling me that Kay would like that. I keep telling myself that Lessa is right.
Then next week the internment. I’ll probably get to thinking next week too.
Obviously, I’m far more upset than I am letting on to myself. Is that my excuse for all the cookies I ate yesterday? Kay’s right. Sometimes you just gotta laugh.