The memorial weekend was memorable due to dire circumstances. I sit here and ponder in the driveway while my second family mourns their daughter or sister. My cousin. 

I need to go back in and sit with, but now I want my eyes to dry after writing that statement. It’s so damn sad here, at times, but I’m glad I am able to be here. I know I can leave at any time, but I am staying as long as reasonably possible which is until tomorrow. 

The mood is well enough. Better than expected. There’s no way to say that it has been well. I know the support I give is wanted and am happy to oblige. 

8:36 pm, Monday, 5.28.2018