no school

i am wide awake and the kids are too except my girl who has finally fallen asleep on the sofa. my two boys and man are still awake. i went to the local shop for more wine. i am not ready to be clear minded and will not send the children to school tomorrow the grave is too fresh in my mind. i hate the way they look with a mound of mud on top. the grave diggers hover like vultures.  it is so cruel the mix of this with the lofty heaven of saying goodbye. so primitive are our customs.