Funny word, “process.” It means so many different things. Tasks are completed through a process. When food is messed with and preserved and whatever, it becomes processed. When computers are trying to work, they’re processing. When people don’t do things according to convention, they tell you that they have their own little process.
When someone passes away, you have a funeral procession…but before that you have to process their passing, and that’s what I’ve been doing this weekend.
A close friend of mine passed away Thursday night, and it’s been a very hard thing to deal with. It’s hard to believe it, to understand it. It’s hard to know what to think or do.
I’m okay now, for lack of a better word.
I want to thank you for being such a loving and understanding community. I am going to try to get back to blogging like normal starting this afternoon. A familiar routine may be just what I need, and it will be nice to blog about silly things and not have to think for awhile…but I wanted to tell you about this, in case I don’t seem like myself in the next few days. I’m still, as alluded to, processing things.