It was a month filled with grief. Beginning with posting a piece about my departed mother based on a photo of her hands I took when she was in hospice. The middle of the month brought news of the deaths of 3 people I knew in one week. The first was a fellow artist and acquaintance on Facebook, the second was a friend I met on a game site & then talked to regularly on FB. Last year she got snappish with everyone & I sort of pulled away, since I didn't know how to respond to the often mean sounding comments. I have since found out it was from her COPD worsening & the lack of oxygen going to their brain makes patients of that disease short tempered. I was glad that our last exchange had been decent. The third person was someone I knew in high school, who had always been kind to the lonely teen that I was then. We reconnected as adults & talked occasionally on FB. It was overwhelming having so many people pass away all at once and my tears were for memories as well as their loss.
My sister said that part of my reaction was because it meant fewer people to talk to and it's true. In my Covid isolation, sometimes I feel desperate for communication, so every person counts. Naturally any loss brings up thoughts of my own mortality and the Big Questions of Life. As well as thoughts of other losses.
The grief is lessening somewhat and I'm starting to feel better. I just hope it's awhile before anyone else I know passes away.