shopping and trying not to talk

[watervole]

Went shopping in the charity shops today. It's so hard meeting people I know
right now, and I've friends in the Oxfam shop as I used to work there. Everyone
asks how I am, and I say 'so so', which means 'crap, but please don't ask for
details'. The trouble is that people do ask for details and every time I have
to go through it, it just pushes me closer to the edge of cracking up.

Roz is unlikely to make it to the end of the week. She's made her request for
the funeral - don't wear black.

I'll echo that sentiment here. When she goes, please *don't* send condolences
or poems about beravement or good advice on coping with death.

Help me celebrate her life, not death. Her interests over the years were
wide-ranging, from archeology (which she studied at university) to caving. She
met her husband when they were helping with the scouts. She loves children.
She loves the Pennines and the Lake District. She has a sense of humour. Don't
be afraid to send things that are funny, profound (as long as they don't involve
death), beautiful, or even apparantly irrelevent. As long as they mean
something to you personally.