She died in Kiriath-arba (that is, Hebron) in the land of Canaan, and Abraham went out to mourn and to weep for her.
At a red light, with both hands on the wheel, a song on the radio can bring the loss back so sharply that your eyes sting. Then the light turns green, and it's easy to fold it all away again because there might be a meeting at ten and a lasagne promised for the church supper. When a week has no gap for falling apart, deciding not to fall apart can seem like the only sensible plan.