Do Ron Amalfi and Mary Worth have the audacity to actually DANCE while Donna rests in "PEAC" in the next room?
I'm glad they have come to grips with their grief, but I continue to identify more with the woman whose head is buried in her handkerchief - or is that simply a ghost puppet that she's appropriately brought to the funeral?
Either way, I'm completely torn up inside... for the last two days I've tried to come to terms, but my attempts have been futile. However, I think I know the solution. Tomorrow I leave for Chicago to spend the weekend at the luxurious Amalfi Hotel. Hopefully, I'll find some small means of saying my farewells and finding closure to it all. I will certainly blog about the trip!