Two nights ago I told a friend I could do with less death around me for a bit.
It’s a very strange time to be in my life and head at the moment.
On Saturday Craig and I went to an engagement party for two of my favourite people.
On Sunday the family cat, the one we thought might actually live forever, finally died.
I’m very very excited about an upcoming trip to Auckland to see more of my favourite people, eat brunch, and get tattooed.
I’m very much regretting that, in the not too distant future, Craig and I may be flying to Auckland for a family funeral.
Monday was the day of the funeral for one of my cousins. Monday was the day Craig and I had been together thirteen years.
Right up until Sunday afternoon I was trying to decide if I would travel to Palmerston North for my cousin’s funeral. It’s difficult, sometimes, to be so close to many of my cousins and yet so distant from others. I felt no real connection to this deceased person, I doubt I could have picked them out of a line up, but they are blood relatives. Actual cousins. In the end I decided that I wouldn’t go. It was rough but I think I made the right decision for me.
I could do with less death around me for a bit.