The Art of Goodbye

Personally and in terms of calendar, the month of March has already been weeks and days of saying goodbye. Two uncles and a cousin passed away.
The condolences and the decision between a mass card and a flower, a bountiful can of biscuits and a wreath figure wracked my social life. In between these little crises in grief aesthetics and faith, there was the graduation of a niece, a graduation lunch for a friend's daughter, and the interminable invite to listen to a guest speaker in several commencement exercises.