You all know life is weird. My basket is full of legal issues and a very ill daughter with ocd and a job that demands that I be the best loving soul I can. And today I get a package from my Jane's spouse with writings, (copies for all friends) and a scarf that smells of Jane. I am overfilled with emotion. Dying and suicidal clients today and seeing those with love in their hearts who can love my clients through these transitions. Wanting to make sure that these people feel loved the way Jane taught me during their final days. I am an emotional spilling over. And I get to see one more time that my Jane really is dead and not understand how that could be. I work with people whose death is a job and a journey and she died, Period. My jane's smell is with me now.