Easter is bad for me, too.

I’ve no family. I drove my friends away. I’ve been up for way over 24-hours.

I have never been so very alone. Going to Easter mass was always a big deal.

This is a morbid loneliness. A malignant loneliness. A loneliness bacteria. A final desertion, the last abandonment. I’m not just missing specific people, I’m missing anyone. You miss your grandmother — understandable.

Holidays are the worst.