Devin died. A beautiful, talented, charming, cherished kid gone from the earth.
Things that didn’t help at all: pie, sewing more handkerchiefs, toasted pumpkin seeds, winding bobbins for weaving, bread with homemade cheese sauce, weaving, TV episodes online, bothering the cat, and all manner of other internet distractions.
Things that did help a little: Talking to my friend (Devin’s aunt), although it took me all day to get my own shit together enough that I felt like I could call her and not start bawling myself, and then of course I did start bawling almost immediately. I also got a good belly laugh reading mimi smartypants (thank you, Mirandala, for telling me about her).
Andy will be home soon. I’m going to go start heating up leftovers for dinner so we can immediately begin Project Comforting. Because smart, funny, kind, beloved 19-year-old kids should not fucking die. Damnit.
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Oh, Darcy, I’m so sorry to hear this. You’re so right–19-year-old kids shouldn’t be dying. Many hugs, and my condolences to you and to Devin’s family.
Darcy, Amy says it all. I wish you and Devin’s family all the best during this difficult time.