Coping

Last night we attended a vigil a Neil and Laura's house. Apparently it is a Chinese custom to have family and friends over on the 3rd night following a death because the spirit is said to return. Neil and Laura's parents cooked up some of Laura's favourite food and left it out for her while we ate enjoyed eachother's company. It was nice to see Neil and see that he seems to be handling things quite well, as well as could be expected. There is a viewing now on Saturday and the service on Monday.

I left work early yesterday. I thought I should let my supervisor know that we had lost a friend so that I could get the time off to go to the service. I burst into tears in her office and so she sent me home. I stayed home again today and it was well worth it. I've had some time to myself, just been puttering. We painted our apartment this weekend, just the same colours but we did the trim all in white, which we hadn't done when we first painted when we moved in. The painting was quite therapeutic; just time to think and absorb what had happened. Today I've been putting our pictures back up and tidying up. Our couch should arrive this week so everything will be in its place.

I might go to yoga this afternoon and then I've got my cooking class tonight. Life goes on as usual. Feels strange.