The sister of a good friend died very suddenly and unexpectedly. I am trying to help my friend go through her things. No easy task, as she was a hoarder. Going through piles of stuff, I get such a feeling of hopelessness—her hopelessness. It's very sad.
The good thing is I did get my mother to think about looking around before she charges across parking lots, tripping over the concrete curbs and parked cars. Yes, one time she tripped over a parked car. She didn't notice it in her hurry. Le sigh.