One of those days

Ever have one of those days? Everything I touched today just seemed to break apart in my hands. It's really sad when a trip to the dentist is a highlight. Now, I do LOVE my dentist (and his girls) but I HATE going to the dentist. Know what I mean. More on that soon.

There are still important people out there that don't know about Scott's passing. I finally had to make one of those calls today. Six weeks later, it still sucks. In some ways its harder than it was in the days immediately following.
Right after your almost drunk. Things seem surreal, much of it is a blur. A huge, long, spinning, nauseating blur. Right after, you get used to telling the story. You spit it out like a programed robot. You accept condolences even when you don't really feel them. You do what you're supposed to because you don't know what else to do.
But six weeks later, there is no auto pilot. It's raw and the reality of what life is without them is screaming. No amount of alcohol could make you drunk enough to just go through the motions now. There is simply no escape.