And now, here I sit, at this empty kitchen table with a hot cup.
I cannot wrap my head around Kara's perceived grace in dying.
I cannot wrap my head around her willingness to leave this earth...her husband...her four children.
I cannot wrap my head around the amount of strength that her family must develop (or had developed to this point) to continue walking forward.
I'm so stubborn and I refuse to accept the endurance of such pain.
And now, here I sit, a blubbering mess, trying to make heads or tails of this...ALL OF THIS. What is all this around me? What happens next? How did 'we' lose focus on what's really important? But...what IS really important?