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Maybe it is just me, but something just seems wrong, when at a memorial service for someone a) the room is half filled by that person's former co-workers and b) the only person with a eulogy is the main office manager. I bring this up as this happened to me today. On Tuesday I learned a co-worker from my first account, Sunbeam, had died over the weekend. Yesterday I got the details, and they aren't pretty. I always found it unusual that she frequently had broken body parts (arms, legs), but never did I suspect abuse at home. We were only on the same account for a short while and never got to know her more personally or intimately. But she always smiled and said "hi" when we would run into each other and so forth. She always seemed happy, so suicide seems like it would have been the last thing on her mind. Maybe it *was* the last thing she could do to escape. Or was this additional abuse from the 2nd husband and his sons? Who knows? But what I do know is that the family said absolutely nothing about her on her behalf. To me, it seems fishy for the husband not to say something, almost like saying "I am guilty", even if it is to thank everyone who could come to the service. The real son did not say anything either (although I was under the impression he did not know about the abuse), and no family member uttered a peep on her behalf. How wrong is it for employees to have more to say about someone they knew for 5 years, than family that knew her much longer? It just irks me. Poor Jan. At least she died on my birthday so I will always have a reminder of her.

On the plus side, we saw a rainbow on the way to the service. It's odd...ever since the hurricane, it seems like there is a rainbow each time it rains. Like mother nature is saying sorry or something. All I can say is that I have seen more rainbows in the last week and a half than I have seen all year. And I like it...they are pretty and uplifting, saying that the rain is over, and to enjoy the pretty colors.

Lately I feel like I have had an Eastern European grandma up my butt to cook some "old country" food. I have been browsing the Eastern European food section of my "Sundays at Moosewood" cookbook. And now I want to cook some traditional food. I shouldn't be thinking of food at this hour. Already I am trying to forget about the banana pudding ice cream in the freezer...which I am obviously not doing a good enough job because I just thought about it to write this part of the post.

I better get going, and spend time with Chas. I love him so much. :)