I am also sorry to hear about your friend, Roger. She sounded like a wonderful, vibrant person from your stories.
She was. She also swung into and out of horrifying depression. She was tough as nails and had a truly wicked sense of humor, but that doesn't help when your own brain betrays you.
How are you holding up?
It's strange, because I'm still alive and it feels impossible. He took a piece of me with him. I do the things I'm supposed to do, and I love as hard as I did before, and I even smile and laugh and enjoy things, but there is this ache and this dread because even if I forget for a minute, soon enough I'll remember.
The day I came home from my interview I had everything in the world I've ever wanted. Until I got the phone call. Now I have everything but my son.
So I guess I would say that I am putting one one foot in front of the other and I will keep on doing that for the rest of my life.