I've been reading here but not posting for the last year as my best friend Eva, who received a diagnosis out of the blue of terminal cervical cancer, went through her illness. (And thank you to everyone who has posted here as it helped a lot reading your posts.) My friend passed away a week ago. The end was far easier than I had been dreading - she was well until the last few weeks and she passed away at home which is what she wanted. I'm so relieved for her, but of course the loss is terrible. We had been close friends for more than forty years and she was too young at 55. 

What feels so weird, though, is that I'm dealing with my grief in the middle of the coronavirus pandemic. It seems like the whole world is caught up in that whereas I can't bring myself to care too much about it at the moment. I was wondering if anyone else was feeling that sense of disconnection from what the rest of the world is worrying about?

Sasha