This morning while all of us slept in our beds Marie Groetsch passed away without any family members around her. Today is not real. Her death is not real. Not to me yet. I’d expect that Monday will be another story though. Monday we will travel down to the cities and see her funeral. That will be the day of closure, not Friday.

Not much else to say, webizens. It’s time for quiet recollections and for being with my family. We’ll pick up on something else later on.