Hard day. Hard day yesterday. Aunt May died. I hope her suffering was brief. I know she’d felt for a long, long time that she had no more desire to be on this earth, that she was tired of waiting for death. But I’m still sad, especially for Mom who wanted to go see her in the hospice home but who wasn’t able to get there. Nigel called and in the nicest possible way ripped my ‘rituals’ piece of writing to shreds. Confronting your own mediocrity is always hard, especially for something you hoped would open new doors.