A very quick post. One that hits home, but one that, thankfully, doesn't fully hit home.
A 19 year old boy, the older brother of one of Daughter's friends, died at college last weekend. Drinking with a chaser of painkillers.
And while the parents have come out with a foundation and exhortations to, oh my fuckin' god don't drink and pop pills, the boy is, still, dead.
I cannot fathom. I cannot imagine going on without him.
That is all.
Does this count as a poem? Because nothing in my life has felt so poetic.