It was a shock hearing about David’s death. And it made other things – like finding people to read and review my novel, or posting about my publishing headaches, or trying to figure out how to market myself when the last thing I want to do is market myself – his tragic death made those other things seem far less important.
May 28th was also my son’s 31st birthday. And it was just one day after my husband and I celebrated our 37th wedding anniversary. We shared a bottle of champagne on Wednesday evening, May 27th. We had no idea what was in store for our family. That’s the way things happen, though. We seldom have any idea.
David’s funeral is tomorrow, June 4th, in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. We’ll all be there, trying to make sense of something that will never make sense. It will be hard and sad, but I’m OK with that. Some things should be hard and sad.
I’ll start thinking about the book again next week. Right now, it just doesn’t seem real to me.