So things have been rough. Ali came home and thats a defenite relief
and weight off my shoulders. Going to Jono's shiva has been almost
unbearable, and I have had very little sleep due to the cause of
reacurring night-mares about the scenario of his death. We all just
vegetated in his room during the shiva, crying and sobbing with noone
really saying a word. I gathered up all the photos of me and him and I
can't stop looking at them. Life is so underestimated. I miss you jono,
so so so much.