Ascension Day

She was already dead when I wrote the last bit.
The funeral was the 6th of May.
I went, despite this concussion which isn't getting any better, even after seven weeks.
They've been gutting her house like a fish.
Drained her new pond, which she'd had for only two months when the diagnosis came.
There's a big hole where my dear neighbor used to be.
Such a part of every day life. Hearing her coughing, talking to the cat, working in her beautiful garden.
She's gone.
And now they're coming for the birch tree.
I don't know how I'll take it. The only really nice nature-y thing here.
I'm out of whack the past weeks. Not just her death, or the concussion. Emotional like full moon on my period emotional.
Yesterday I saw a frog hop by on his way to the pond, and I cried again, because the poor little fellow didn't know the water was gone.
The pond is dry.
Crying again while typing this.
I wish I could write more, but my eyes start jumping around after a minute.