Cavies

My guinea pigs died, probably on Saturday, which was the hottest day of the year (and my birthday).
Don't really want to talk about it yet. I'm burying them today.

Coping

Kelly's funeral was this morning. It's been hard, and I still start crying whenever I talk about him. I guess I'm coping. I'm going to have a keening with some friends, and I think that is sorely needed.
It was awful seeing his body, because it's not him. He's so clearly not there anymore. His face was completely blank, which is definitely not him.
I found this picture of him on his daughter Marissa's Facebook page (she's the one in the middle, being held by her mom, Wendy), and thought, That's Kelly. He opened his arms to everyone he met, and said, Welcome.

Kelly Almond, A Damn Fine Writer

My friend Kelly Almond got hit by a car on Tuesday, and his family is removing life support today. He was one of the best storytellers I've ever known. He will be greatly missed.

I'm still in shock.