I was in the car yesterday and had some peace and quiet to actually absorb Trils passing and I was surprised to feel angry at her. I was thinking about her life and how she beat cancer, and then just threw it away and I felt angry. I guess in a way I still do, but I do understand depression. Many others here do also. It can get it's hooks in and skew your whole view of the world and yourself.
Mostly I just feel sorry and sad that she let it get the better of her in the end.
RIP Claudette. We were not close, but I admired your courage through your challenges. I just wish you could have found a bit more.
