I'm actually feeling a little better today. From the moment I woke up this morning I thought of Heath, but I felt more peaceful about it. Then I saw the pics of the mourners jumping in the ocean and I was in such awe of them all, how they celebrated Heath's life. I had an appointment at the tattoo shop in my home town and went there with my best friend, had a small tattoo done on my wrist, then sat in the sun, drinking tea with my other friend and her boyfriend and I just felt so relaxed and... I don't know, I guess it was the sun breaking through on the day of Heath's funeral of all days and it felt like Spring that made this day so incredibly special. I will always remember it. I still feel the sadness, but it's not as much at the surface anymore.
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I felt a sense of peace in seeing the photos of the wake, as well, very similar to yours. While I am mourning the loss last night of my oldest and dearest pet cat, I also have a sense that the clouds are breaking. The wait to find out what had happened - why he had gone - was excruciating, and now, those questions are all laid to rest, and the mourners have all shed their tears and gone home. I think somehow, we have gone through this all together - not just Bettermost, but the thousands of others who felt his loss keenly, it was a collective experience, such as we went through at the tragic death of John Lennon, and an earlier generation went through with the assassination of Kennedy, on its own scale. This is our loss, and this is our mourning, and we have lived through it and learned something.