Journal 5
The morning after Evelyn’s death,
I don’t know what to do, think, or feel. I’m probably in shock.
Life has been
rearranged. Half of my life is gone. The entire context for why I
went to work, and all of my dreams for the future, have been wiped off the
chart.
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