(Per the JW, she wasn't good enough for a funeral.)
Was the last church thing I could stomach. Any church.
And no, I will never recover. Coping better, a little, here and there. I think I'm falling in love. Today's episode of breaking down in tears while doing a massage (I cover well, the client never knew, they never do. Controlled breathing and head to the side so the tears don't hit, it works.) was the first in several weeks. But the hole in the heart gets bigger, not smaller.