It was a good evening. There were about 14 people. I brought the pictures for the widow and the work folks.
The widow said thank you and put them out for others to see. She was holding up for the night but her 11 year old son seemed devastated.

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I am trying to figure out how to avoid the memorial service on Tuesday. It feels so wrong to grieve at a my work place. I'll break down in anger / rage / sorrow ---- and it won't look pretty.
I might as well be productive and strike out and go on a rampage while I am already strung out.


Life really stinks sometimes.
I still wake up crying every morning 10 days after hearing the news.


M.