She died just before eight this morning. I wasn’t there — they shooed me out of the ICU about 10 last night. I slept. It is real and not real.
I have set the relay of friends telling friends in motion. I even called Israel, though nobody picked up the phone.
Not knowing what else to do, I have showered, dressed, had breakfast, and discovered the WiFi service at the hotel’s pool. I sit in a Comfy Chair with tropical trees and plants around me and the ocean to my left and grackles scolding each other from the branches.
I suppose I shall think of other things to do.
I’ve got this notion she should have a coffin with a hot pink lining. Do they make such things?
white pebble 