As most of you are aware, my best friend Shannon Coad died last week.
I am not ready to talk about it.
I have read the outpouring of love and support for her and her family online, but I am just not ready to do it in that format. I spent a little time with John and Sherrie last weekend, and they know what is in my heart. That is all that matters.
Right now losing her is a big gaping wound whose edges don't even meet, much less starting to scab over or heal.
Someday I will find words, but for now, there are just tears.