Hard news

Received the call this morning that D passed away.

Every time I see, think, or type those words, my breath catches in my throat and hot tears sting my eyes.

If I thought I was done before, I underestimated the depths of doneness one can sink to.

But I will go to work, because I need the money, and because I need something mindless to do.

My heart hurts. I can't imagine how C and the girls are feeling...

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