Yesterday I got a call telling me that an old friend had been in a serious accident back in November and is still in a PVS. He was 24.
After the initial shock wore off, after the bawling and questioning, all I'm left with is an empty, gaping, longing feeling that I can't quite figure out. It hurts so much to think of him, and yet I can't seem to stop. To make it even worse, Adam left today for a 2 week trip, so I'm alone in the apartment, thinking too much.
I'm diving deep into my knitting and lots of TV. See you on the other side.