Not really a journal entry.

[kiya]

My aunt departed for the beautiful West this morning. (A thousand of bread, a thousand of beer, a thousand of every good thing. May she ascend.) My father is in shock, never mind that ... it was coming, and we all knew.

I am too alexithymic for identifiable feelings as well as there being Too Much Life right now even outside of that.

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[sovay]

Her memory for a blessing.

*hugs* if useful.