I just got into work half an hour ago. Checked my work email. One meeting request, lots of spam and one email from my aunt, Sr Virginia.

I want to say I'm cold, but I don't really feel cold. I mean I'm not shivering. I could say I'm numb, but I can feel in my belly where the hunger pangs went to when they realized I wasn't paying attention. I have a giant lump in my throat and I've stopped up the tears for now.

I can't bring myself to work or do anything else. I just wasted 20 minutes on a fruitless web search for lyrics to a specific Victoria Williams song. It's a take on the classic "Kum-ba-yah" entitled "Holy Spirit." So far it looks like no one felt like writing them down.

I should probably call my family. I don't want to break the news to them, and I suspect Sr Virginia already called them, but I should reach them anyway. Maybe I should call my Molasses for moral support. Maybe I should ask someone in management for a day off for bereavement. I'm going to need some time off for the funeral.

I heard once a quote that went something like "It is a terrible thing to love something that can die." And it is, it truly is. Also proof that there is a God and that he/she loves us and is still a little ticked about the whole using free will to spit in his/her eye.

I've started every single paragraph with "I" and I'm sorry for that. I gotta go figure out my day.

Take care of yourselves.


On the banks of old lake Biscano
'neath the cypress and the moss
we hammered and we nailed
and built a raft to get across
and late night by the fire
we sang Kum-ba-yah
and the Spirit, Holy Spirit
it was a-blowin
yeah, the spirit, Holy Spirit
it was a-blowin
--Holy Spirit
--Victoria Williams


God bless and keep you, Sr Irene. We'll miss you terribly.