yesterday was very rough.
A good friend’s longtime boyfriend died in a horrible accident yesterday. I normally sleep like a log, but I actually woke up to a phone call at 4am Sunday morning. It was my friend. She had gotten the news, and had been talking with Crisis Intervention, the police, and another friend of hers was there. It was awful all around. I did what little I could to try and provide comfort and logistical support – making some phone calls – driving her to the hospital – picking up her Mom who flew in from back east (her Mom got immeidately on a plane). My friend does not have much family, but does have a lot of friends who have been a good support system so far.
When something bad happens you feel so helpless. You try and do what you can do and provide the comfort you can, but I always feel like there must be more that can be done. I felt as though I did some good though.
The upshot is I’m really tired, about 3 hours total sleep Saturday night.
I’m not sure what else to say, but Warren Zevon, recently diagnosed with lung cancer, was an inspiration last week. His advice for living: enjoy every sandwich.