Still can’t believe my friend is gone. I can’t stop crying.

I had two hour interruption earlier, talking to art friends. While the distraction helped, sitting at my desk brought back the ache, and the wall of fatigue is back.

I think a smoothie is in order, it feels easier in several ways.

There’s a group chat of people trying to remember all the people who need to know. What’s wonderful is to see gore quickly one of us jumps in to say someone was already informed or we jump to do the informing.

I was able to set off another wave of informing by reaching out to someone who’s now an adult. My friend was his nanny when we all did historical reenactment together (SCA) and he got ahold of his Dad, who is now calling other people I’ve not seen since my 20s!

My friend was a person who made a light of herself, regardless of the absolute shit life dealt her.