The week that was

 Not writing much and I ought to be.

Things have been so jumbled, so frantic I don't sit down at the keyboard to share my thoughts as much as I should- not for any readers, really but for my own sanity.

It's been a week.

On Sunday, my neighbor stood crying on my doorstep.  Her mother had died and she was just bereft. Her mom lived in the complex with us and her daughter would go to her place multiple times a day to bring her something or to visit.  There is a lot going on and I am trying to be helpful.  The only thing I could think of was making soup, which I did.  It took me to another time in my mind, when A friend's husband was killed in an accident . We were all very young.  I made soup and bread. I remember she told me that the only thing her son would eat was that soup and bread.

On Monday,  I was told that the sister of that  friend- who was one of my dearest friends- had died.  I am shocked and angry and grieving- all the reactions rolled into an impossible ball.   

On Tuesday, I met with friends old and new to see the Documentary "I need you: 53 years of the Band America"  It was an amazing night and I will be writing about THAT experience singularly as I need it to be a review, not a reflection of what is going on in my life right now.

So, hug your friends, call your mom, make some soup. dance. Sing. and LIVE!