Death and elections

I felt like something slid through my hands like sand on a windy day.  Like a lost compass or stopwatch I have held for years and then was lost in an alley.  Am I hurt?  No.  I found out my son's sister's day of the funeral and arrest of killer on the same day I lost the primary for school board.  Somewhere between death and life I cobbled down the alley with no flashlight to Charles' house.  It was the after party.  Was I sealing off a memory or adding to the decay of my present life? to be continued....