I was sitting on the sofa when my mother took the call, and held her and provided tissues as she cried. I'm ashamed to say that my first thought was not for our friend, or her grieving family...but 'How the hell is it that easy?'
I'm either made of stone, or scared of the depth of my emotions. Every time I think I might cry in session, I pull myself together, sharpish.
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'Somewhere up above the great divide
Where the sky is wide, and the clouds are few
A man can see his way clear to the light
'You have all the grace you need for today, and today is all that matters.' - Steve Austin