I went to bed thinking about Magazine Man and his family, and woke up thinking about them. This is such a hard thing to go through.
The numb, I remember the numb. And the bewildered, don’t know what to do while you wait for the weight of all that grief and loss to come down on you like a ton of bricks. It’s hard to breathe deeply, you keep forgetting what you came upstairs for, you run out of thought before you can finish the sentence. Continue reading