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I just got a call from another elder in the local Pagan community, informing me that a third elder, someone I knew through encounters at various Pagan events, someone who I greatly liked and admired, died this morning. He had stomach cancer, but chose not to tell very many people. One of the many people who didn't know was me.
I'm walking around in shock right now. This is the third death in my vicinity, so to speak, in less than a year, and the second from cancer. There's nothing I'd like to do more than crawl into bed and pull the covers over my head, but I'm waiting on an email from my HB editor about the two covers I finished painting for him earlier today (which, by the way, netted me about $160 for four hours of work).
My head feels like a beehive, full of muted buzzing. It's as if my mother just died all over again.
EDITED TO ADD: I've just heard that the hospital in question treated Glen, Steve's partner, as next of kin/spouse in every way. They made every accomodation to his visiting and explained things to him clearly and with patience. Thank the Gods for mercies great and small.
I'm walking around in shock right now. This is the third death in my vicinity, so to speak, in less than a year, and the second from cancer. There's nothing I'd like to do more than crawl into bed and pull the covers over my head, but I'm waiting on an email from my HB editor about the two covers I finished painting for him earlier today (which, by the way, netted me about $160 for four hours of work).
My head feels like a beehive, full of muted buzzing. It's as if my mother just died all over again.
EDITED TO ADD: I've just heard that the hospital in question treated Glen, Steve's partner, as next of kin/spouse in every way. They made every accomodation to his visiting and explained things to him clearly and with patience. Thank the Gods for mercies great and small.
