I'm still not sure what I'm feeling. Empty, mostly. I don't want to be here at home any more. I can't spend the night here. I need to get out. I've cried but I need to feel better.
We knew it was coming, and honestly, we were expecting it any hour. We've made plans, our lives are in order, everyone knows what is next. And yet I don't know what's going to happen next. What am I supposed to do now?
I still don't feel like death is anything to cry and fret and be crushed by. But losing someone is still hard. There's been too much heartbreak lately.