So I took a shower, and got into real clothes and dried my hair, and it didn’t fix a damned thing.

A friend of mine was widowed today. And I know her reality could be any one of ours and that possibility rocks me to my core.

A friend of mine was widowed today. And I cannot hug her and cry with her and hold her hand.

A friend of mine was widowed today. And I’m sitting at home, helpless and tearful and feeling guilty that I dare feel this way when it isn’t even a sliver of the agony she is now and will continue living with.

A friend of mine was widowed today. And I’m so incredibly, heart-wrenchingly sad and angry that such a good woman has been submerged in an ocean of immeasurable grief.

A friend of mine was widowed today. And I will miss her husband so very much.

A friend of mine was widowed today. And I fear that she is but the first.

A friend of mine was widowed today. And all I can do is let a little piece of my heart break off and find its way to hers.