The End of the World

You see it all the time on the TV - how people react when their loved ones die.

Well, I can't take it in. It doesn't seem real. No, not my Dad (who I assume is still safely in the hospital), my other half's son-in-law rang me to say that Pete (my other half) appears to have died in his sleep on Tuesday night.

Now what do I do?

My whole world has fallen apart.

I'm numb, my heart rate has gone bananas. I'm not sure I even believe it, but Gary wouldn't play a cruel joke like that - in fact he's got the horrendous job of breaking it to all of Pete's nearest and dearest.

And I can't get hold of any of our friends on the phone either (although I guess half of that is because my body isn't working properly right now and I can't type properly!). I need to drive over there, but I have enough sense to know I'm in no fit state to drive at the moment.


And don't worry about it, I know that you don't know what to say, I wouldn't if I was reading it about someone else, and I sure as hell don't know what to say now that it's happening to me...