How short can it really be???

This is going to be a super short post -- I have been running about a million miles an hour today and tonight. Tomorrow after coffee with Gayman I am attending the funeral of my friends grandma -- my friend arrived yesterday and will be leaving town tomorrow night to be back for her daughters birthday party -- It will be hard tomorrow not because I was close to her grandma but seeing her in the pain that she is in and everytime I attend a funeral or memorial service it brings me back to mom's death. It's been almost 8 years and even though we didn't get along I still pick up the phone thinking "Oh, mom would love what Whitlee said" or "Mom would be so proud of Brendan". I hate death...........