The quiet pause after the crescendo of Event. There's another crescendo to come, the funeral, the denouement, perhaps (or the musical equivalent). And then the lights come up, and you look around and realize that it's time to try and go back to where you were before It All Happened.

And then the lights come up, and you look around and realize that it's time to try and go back to where you were before It All Happened.

Except that where you were before isn't anywhere to be gone to anymore, there is just this weird new Here that doesn't have the person you lost anymore. And you have to realize that again and again and again, countless times. It's part and parcel of the surreality, that feeling that you will wake up and it won't really have happened and you can go back.

Teppy, glad you checked in. You are awesome! Grabbing the phones is a priceless act of love.

Vortex beat me to the news. I came in here to rejoice:

Prop 8 overturned in California! Praise God!

Yup, Teppy, it's a bizarro time. I recommend, once the funeral and related events are over, that you and the Timster take some time off and just go do something stupid and fun.

My parents and I went holo-holo (vacation, with connotations something like hooky) and played around the island the day after my grandmother's funeral. We were still grieving, of course, but it felt so good just to forget everything and leave everyone and just be ourselves together for a while.

There are times when I hear my phone ring and still expect it to be my dad or when I will call down to Mom's house and for just a moment will be surprised when dad doesn't pick up the phone.

My condolences Steph. I'm so glad you can be there for Tim right now.

Tep, my condolences to you and Tim and his family. It's hard to lose someone you love and who loves you, but there is something lovely that she got to leave on her own terms.

and it was sunny and the house looked like nothing had happened, and it was WEIRD.

Oh, god. When my grandma died at my folks house? I had been staying there every other night or there two nights and then gone one. We had this whole rhythm. And then we didn't. It was like the world went back to normal without it being normal. It was really hard or weird to see. But no one really stopped missing her or, I hope, being glad that she wasn't suffering so terribly now.

The first days truly are a strange, surreal time. Life just...goes on, and it's so hard to believe that it does.

What Scrappy said. Time is inevitable as hard as that is sometimes.

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Wow, bye Prop 8. I am sorry I know people who voted for you. They swear they wouldn't do it again and were confused but really they are just ... them.

I saw South Pacific tonight. Which is what you do when a very lovely family friend who is in town to settle her mom's estate invites you. Many scenes are improved when you imagine drag kings performing some of the songs. meara, I thought of some of your friends. Fondly. And they included Hey, Racism Isn't Just Borned which is likely not the original title of that song. It was gorgeous staging and, with all of the scenes and songs intact, better than I feared. Plus I had two generous glasses of wine before we all left. That helped.

ugg. too many stairs at work today. Legs are screaming in 3 part harmony. Anyone got a good source for a new set?

Congrats on Prop 8, Americans, and especially Californians! Fantastic news.

Legs are screaming in 3 part harmony.

Empathising here. Hope you get to rest them a bit!

Legs are screaming in 3 part harmony.

We don't want to know how you get three parts, do we?