Does it ever stop?
The first weekend home and alone since last month. Time for some changes, time to move furniture around, to work my way through my to do list, and read up on some mandatory literature. While I have some jazz/dub-step music playing and my furniture in the midst of my living room, the phone rings. Dad. I cheerfully greet him -loud to be heard over the music-, and proceed to press pause on my CD player while chatting about my plans for the day.
"I.. err.. I actually have some bad news about your uncle", he interrupts me. The news grabs me by the feet, an undertow pulling me down. I feel its waves crashing into me, leaving only silence.
A brain tumor, incurable.
How to deal with a second hurt like this? I cannot imagine what this will mean, what the effect will be - the after quakes of his prospective death.
I don't think I can deal with all this at once, I have no idea where to start