I ran into a former teaching colleague at Target tonight. I hadn't seen her in several years. She's in her 30s, I suppose, and expecting identical twin boys any second.
I was hoping to escape before she asked about my family, but no such luck.
Imagine explaining, in the middle of a Christmas-decorated Target, to a mother of twin boys just about to make their appearance, that one of your own twin boys died of suicide at the age of 24.
I suppose it's progress that my concern was entirely for her and her well-being when she goes home to her new husband tonight with this story.
I had just picked up some new outdoor lights, in which I have completely lost interest.
Such a hard season.