This will be a short entry this month. I am tired and need to go to bed. Have to be up early to get ready for Aunt Petie's funeral. She has been in a convalescent home for a few weeks and was very unhappy. Her daughters came last weekend and cleared out her apartment, took all her things away. That made her very sad. I visited her almost every day, brought her her favorite foods, clothes, did some laundry. She asked me to pray the God would take her. I don't know how serious she was. I thought she was getting better. She died Thanksgiving night. I claled her around 8:30 and wished her a happy Thanksgiving. I had intended to go see her but I worked all day on our meal. S and C were here. By evening I was just too tired to go. She told me she didn't have a good day, that she was impacted and the staff was trying to help her. She said "Come see me tomorrow." "I will," I said. Three hours later, she died. I didn't find out about it until next morning. It was a shock. Went to prayer services this evening and the funeral will be tomorrow.<>br>
Bob, my brother from Michigan, is here. He is staying with us. He and I went to see our brother, Bud, this evening. Bud's doctor said about 10 days ago that he has around 2 months to live. He is at home. I was dreading to see him but I was pleasantly surprised. He was quite talkative and seemed to enjoy our visit. However, he was tired after an hour.

I'm having problems around these two deaths. And death in general. I have ordered some tapes on death and have started listening to them. That's progress. For a long time I couldn't even write the word...or say it.

Well, that's the news for this month, not so good, I'm afraid. Maybe December will be a happier month. I hope Bud lasts for Christmas.

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