Empty

I'm a little worried.  I feel nothing.  Sadness mostly.  I'm not angry or freaked out.  Maybe that comes later?

Selfish, maybe.  I feel selfish for having these thoughts about me rather than him.

We had a brief conversation last night:  this hasn't really hit him, either.

I keep thinking there's going to be this moment, this revelation of clarity.  We'll gather our wits, get a list of things to do, suddenly things will be in focus.  Somehow, I don't think it works like that.