Night before last, lights off, sleep moments away, W thanks me for all the things I took care of during her mom's crisis. Short, sweet statement, not a conversation. I slept good that night.
Funeral yesterday, lots of crying exhausted W. She didn't look for any comfort from me. W's sister sought out her husband's embrace several times after the guests had left. W stayed away from me. Kept up my mantra - not rejection, it's grieving space. But again, lights off, sleep coming soon, she opened up about how she's feeling, moving into a different grief phase from relief to loss, the day. Slept well, just not long enough.
