There’s a special Hell… one Dante didn’t seem to find when he was cataloging Hells. It is the digging out of someone’s life and the red tape / paperwork involved in trying to pull together all of the loose threads they’ve left behind.
I’ve been trying to avoid the grief. Which is stupid because let’s face it, it’s water. Emotional water.
I do miss Jenn. I hate going through what she left behind. I’m sure everyone who is pitching in has to handle grief over and over again… and while we laugh, there is a bit of pain with each step.
So, here we are. I am glad I have the Five and everyone else around me. It’s just so fucking surreal and I keep waiting for someone to tell me they were wrong.
And I know that while she’s never coming home, she’s actually GONE home. To the stars and beyond.