Journal: Morning March 12, 2018 – Fuck Death

Three people passed away this last week that I knew.  Two older, one around my age.  Two poor health, one unexpected.  Death is a bastard, really.  You can think you are prepared for it.  But you never are. One taught me that it is totally ok to be sassy and hang out with young folks doing extreme things when you, yourself, are not of that mind set.  She was amazing and over the top and full of opinions that she didn’t care []