wake

I wish I knew the origins of the word wake. Why is someone dead (euphemism= sleeping) celebrated in a "wake." We had a memorial service for my father last night, followed by much drinking, storytelling, and celebrating. It was a good way to go, I think.

But today, it seems like when I close my eyes all I can see is black. It sounds like an old cliché - the color is gone - but all I see is black. I try to conjure an image in my mind, an image of anything from my classroom, to my husband, to my brother's living room, and all I can see in my mind is blackness.