Funeral

I've been trying to keep thinking about Haze for the last couple of days.  Its hard, as, even in death, her curse seems to linger.  I did a sculpture of Haze for Oracle to help her remember, and it became an exercise in focus.  I had to focus on the image of her in my mind, and if I lost that image, I had to stop.  Eventually, I got to the point where I could keep the image of her in my mind, and work the stone at the same time.  Maybe that focus is why its one of the best things I've ever made.  I gave it to Oracle today, at the funeral.  Diana came.  Nice of him, I don't think he knew Haze.  Black Canary and Green Arrow are here.  Nice of them, I didn't think they knew Haze.  Heck, even Batman came.  And ghosts.  A whole bunch of ghosts came for the funeral and the wake afterwards.  John Constantine is here, and he wants to talk to me about something.  He says I've taken "a step off the sidewalk" or something.  I think he's trying to warn me that all this stuff with Haze and the Marvels has gotten me involved with the mystical world, and he's here to explain the rules to me.  Oh, and hey, another one of the Outsiders popped up.  Omen came to the funeral somehow.  I guess there is still a couple more out there, somewhere.

I'm still a little numb.  Its been a rough couple of days.  Sculpting helps.  Its my zen.  My way to just try to focus on what I'm doing, and not think about anything.  I've been talking to Martian Manhunter, too.  About this and some other things.  He just seems to get things, and be able to help you talk stuff out.  I got mad when Haze died.  I just lost it.  Lost it like way back when like I lost it on that Bane thug.  That rage is a piece of me I don't like, a piece of me I want to change.

Looks like most of the people are heading inside.  Time to get dressed, and go the wake.  I'm sure I'll have more stuff to say after the wake.