Hey, Tootsie. Thanks for the poems, my friend. Hope you're well.

Well, the services are over. We're back from a fast-turn afternoon trip to Louisiana for the burial (we flew, luckily). As a whole, today was another awful day, at least for me, but not quite as bad as yesterday evening at the funeral home. Today, at least, I managed to get through the two services without wanting to scream and run weeping from the room. And I've also had a bit more sleep, which helps me be less of a basket case. It seems like it's been almost a month just since Thursday morning when she passed. And it's only been two days. Amazing.

So now the rest of my life begins. Without my sister. I'm not sure I can face that.