Not feeling too much this morning. I am getting ready in my mind to go to a funeral. It is foggy outside this morning. A perfect backdrop for death. My mother has always said that I am morbid about death. I just accept it. I am not happy about it. People have to move on. I have an even better acceptance and peace about dying from my almost dying from that bacteria infection in my colon and digestive tract, and how it affected my heart, etc. So like I wrote before, my mother, bless her, thinks I have a morbid thing about death. Well mom, I don't. I don't like it when someone passes on. There is way toooooooooo much death and dying going on in this world. My question, that rolls around in my head, is why are there so many senseless deaths. I have to stop here, because I could go on and on about this.
So my husband said to me this weekend, "should I wear black?" I told him that people don't do that anymore unless they want to. I prefer color myself with black pants. So I don't have a heck of alot to write about. Just knowing that I am going to a funeral is enough for today. Got to get through the day.