His dad died.
I was there in an hour. Borrowed a car and drove out to him. He was hurt. Shaking. Guilt ridden. I felt helpless, what could i do. I packed his bag an was there. She was there too. It was awkward but what could I do? I felt for him so much my soul hurt. I stayed with him after she left. drove him to the airport. Got home and was in a daze. Told him I would be vegetarian with him while he mourned. Stayed up all night worried sick waiting for him to get home safe. It was emotional for him and my heart truly was broken for him. I felt him deep in my soul. Was there as much as I knew to be. Agreed to take care of things on this end for him.
An this morning.... my heart shattered again. I should be used to it by now.
Saying anymore is pointless now. His father died and ten today, I died again.
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