It doesn't seem real or right. She was a young woman and had so much ahead of her. I think the saddest funeral service I've ever attended was the service for the young son of a coworker. Something about memorializing such a young person just seems so wrong.
One of our strongest and happiest memories is of Peter Kevin teaching her to disco dance. It was the early 80's and disco was in style and he taught this lovely little blonde child to wave her arms and dance like John Travolta. We were smiling at this memory this afternoon.
I'm not sure how to deal with this. One day, one breath at a time. Just like anything else I guess.