Broke My Fucking Heart
This afternoon I received absolutely horrible, devastating news about a beloved friend.
Fucking, fucking, fucking cancer.
I still don't feel great but have been unable to relax, starting one thing and then another, wandering around aimlessly. Ernie came home from picking Owen up at school and I gave him the news. He moaned and immediately teared up. Owen sat there, trying to comfort him, saying, "You've got a beard now Dad, you can't cry. He might be fine, you never know, there's always a chance Dad."
Broke my fucking heart.
Broke my fucking heart.