I spent the last three days with Victoria's family, as they grieved the loss of her Uncle Ed.
Aunt Cyndi is constantly in my thoughts, but I could not bring myself to see her today because I was too emotionally drained from dealing with Victoria's family.
I wrote an email tonight that probably falls into the top five most upsetting emails I've ever had to write.
When I was getting my suit ready to take to New Jersey, I went looking for a garment bag. Inside the garment bag I found was my father's suit, which I now cannot bring myself to put back into my closet.
And in eight hours I have to wake up and go to work and pretend that everything is fine.
