Another one-way door. Karen transitioned/passed early this morning. This tiny little house suddenly feels vast, empty and lonely. Life will, once again, shoot off at another angle that a year ago hadn't even existed or been envisioned. Without Kare, my universe is no longer here. I am in one under the control of someone else.

Two nurses here today (Jessica, who also came in Sunday over vomiting incident, and Samantha (?) or Sylvia (?). More importantly, Hospice Aide (said with the most humble admiration) Lorraine was here first so that we could bathe and change Karen, change her  linen, dress her completely.

Our relatives shared the burden of Karen's passing during the afternoon. But nothing prepared me for the utter emptiness when she left the house. I'm only beginning to encounter the reverberations from her passage.

I hope her essence is self-aware and mobile and that she remembers we are to meet at Jupiter's moon Io before we traverse the universe on a journey of wonder.