Horrible night.
B was a gentle spirit - wouldn't have hurt thank you, physically, ever. Wouldn't have hurt us. The gun was her parents'. She was at their home.
I'm thinking we may go to her grave this weekend, or maybe next. I've never been one for funerals or grave-visiting, but we're all stuck in this suspended state right now, like it cannot possibly be real. She's going to come in the front door any second, with her wonderful laugh and brilliant smile.
thank you stayed at a friend's house last night. He needed to be around people and ... I think he can't stand my worry and grief. I really *really* tried to tone it down when he got home, but I guess it wasn't enough. Full force still hasn't hit him, I think.
Sorry - rambling. Still keep thinking this cannot possibly be real.