Hot Chocolate
Something makes me want to write, that thing is hot chocolate. Beautiful, wonderful, fairly traded, organic hot chocolate with organic whipped cream on top (did I mention I love my mother?).
I went to Rachel's funeral today. Truth be told, I was already over it. Well, enough to return to being a functional member of society. It's sad, but life moves on. But Patti had surpressed it, got herself through the week, and was crashing pretty hard. That, and she knew Rachel the best out of all of us. I was also worried about Tristan, because he's been having a pretty hard time as of late. So I went to the funeral to support those who are important to me. Now, hot chocolate in hand, whipped cream melting happily, I feel peace about it. Both in myself, and that I have done those things that I should for others that needed me.