I'm off to Idaho tomorrow for the long weekend, to visit
dameruth. I'm really looking forward to the trip--I've been looking forward to it for weeks, since we planned it awhile back--but somehow, this trip is making Jeff's death even harder; he was living in Boise when he died. I'm feeling a lot closer to him tonight than usual; thinking about him a lot, missing him a lot. I guess this is a normal part of the process of grief. After all, it's been less than a week. (Really? Only that long? It feels like I've been grieving longer than that.)
Thank you, everyone, for your thoughts and prayers, both for me and for him. Those of you who are into praying for the souls of the departed, who want to know his name, it's Jeff James.
I love you all. :)