Reblogged from BIRTH AND DEATH AND IN BETWEEN:

I sat on a bench outside her house, staring at the liquid grey sea that was tightly framed by heavy, dark clouds. It looked cold and lonely. Gulls flew overhead, their plaintive cries echoing the sorrow in my heart. My friend had passed away the day before. It all felt wrong and it also felt perfect. I began to sob. Emotions that had been carefully tucked away for a week, now demanded expression.

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More from a mutual friend who attended our friend, Cynthia Toth, as she died last week. Thank you, Candy, for your heartfelt service and sharing. You are both inspirations to us all.