thanks, all the wild images made me chuckle.
Well, it's been little over a week.
Now comes the task of living with his death in a daily manner.
With everyone, except one person, having gone home, all the sharing over and now comes the day to day living. This is the part where we ride the waves, though they can become gentled to the point of a ripple, till the end of our lives.

Who was it said that we don't get out of here alive?!!
Why is this movie/life so convincingly seamless till some-one of us drops out?
Then we see our lives for the tenuous contract it is.

Holding my concrete reality is like holding a moon beam because life is that impossibly delicate.