My brother in-law killed himself this evening. You will please excuse the prolonged absence or friends only ramblings for the next few days.
Renee is barely holding together, her sister is still in shock, we think, and their kids are too young for full impact to really set in. I have no fucking idea how we tell Ray that his uncle has dies, and Jacob will ask awkward questions in a few years, but is the least impacted of the bunch.
Anger at this point is normal.
But I feel old. Very, very old.