My coworker’s mother died. This is tragic for anyone, but this particular coworker was a great support to me after Ander died, and has spent the last year herself battling cancer. It is a given that I will be attending the visitation and services for her mother.
Yet… yet… it will be at the same funeral home. “Our” funeral home. Where Ander’s body was taken to be cremated, where we sat with the director and picked out a small box, where we picked up his ashes.
I’ll be back there tomorrow evening, but I’m not sure what emotions await me.