Mom died on the 14th. It was not unexpected. It is something that I have no handle on yet. Some part of me is just processing. I know this because I am distracted, but not by anything I can name. I want to feel better. Things are just sort of bland at the moment. All of the things I like are sort of tasteless. Tomorrow is the funeral. I hate to say it, ¬†buy I would rather grieve with Rebecca and Andrew. I am comfortable with them. It is not that I don’t emote, I just don’t want to pick up other people’s emotion. I am susceptible to their emotional difficulties. I sort of absorb them and I worry about their effect on my own equilibrium.J