Hey V, I read your first post and didnt know what to say... Sorry you feel down. In 1996 the closest to me uncle died. He had been fighting cancer for a few years. The day he died I decided to go out of my way and stop by his house. I stayed there, talking to my cousins and aunt, walked in the room to see him and he...died. I saw the last breath, his body relaxing. And then, silence. Up to this day, that moment troubles me. All the fears and agony over his coming death were meant to prepare me about the drearful moment but the painful part was NOT that exact moment afterall. I thought death was supposed to be...violent, noisy, make a fuss, you know? Well, it didnt. It was just a breath. And apart from the pain, it was also relief.
You have been very strong thru all this. And you will be fine. Sometimes, the final act is much more "quiet" than everything that has happened before it. I guess, that's only true when "it is time". Hugs K
PS My work, still suffers. Dont let it get to you. Make sure you are acting in a way that you are proud of yourself, dont exaggerate, just be yourself.
