“The cruel fates, the Greeks called them. Three sisters weaving the loom of life, spinning it golden threads into the years…cuting it whenever the whim took them. Stupid!. BUt I guess we all need something to help us make sense of it all. We need to find meaning int he pain… patterns in the chaos. Tim needs it now, as I once needed it. As Bruce did before me. So why do we make our faces into masks? Why do we hide the pain we all feel?”
Janet’s funeral. I need to keep this on hand for future reference.