A phone call is all it takes to bring the sky down.
One call–just one in the black hours of Monday morning, lasting hardly any time at all.
It begins with the words: “I think your mother’s dead.”
I’ll most likely not be blogging for a few days: there are Things Which Need to Be Done, and family who need to be taken care of. There are things to say, things to arrange… so many things. And I need time. I’m burned and broken and raw, and so un-fun that it makes my eyes bleed.
But I will be back–soon. In the meantime, the world will keep on whirling along without me. As it should. And I’ll catch up with it again. Just not yet.