It doesn’t matter what you do to prepare. “Yesterday…”You can spend all night thinking about it. You can spend your whole life thinking about it. It doesn’t matter though, because when you hear the words it will hurt you more then you could ever know.
“Danny…shot himslef…”When they sit you down to say it to you, when they out right lie to you to get you there so they can tell you in person, your heart hurts. It breaks.”He’s ok right?”You can see it coming all you want. You can lie to yourself if you want to. But you already know. No use doing anything to help it now. You won’t feel a thing. Not yet anyway. Just blank. Just…”No”You can tell yourself it’s just an act. Maybe something went wrong. It’s a joke. They’ll get over it. You’ll get home and they’ll all laugh and tell you they were playing a sick joke…thats all…a joke.”I mean he’s like a little kid now right? Like he’ll get better?…right?”Stop lying. You know it’s not true. You know he’s gone, get over it. But you don’t want to. It hurts too much. You don’t want to know…But when they tell you, when they say those words…you go…numb. “No… he’s… gone.”