Nobody needs to read this, if you don't want to. Going to be discussing the death of a family member, a bit, just so everyone kind of knows where I'm coming from at the moment. For real, you don't have to read it, if you would rather not. Just thank you all for being here, and what not.

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Yesterday morning, I woke up to a couple of missed calls from my little sister, and a text asking me to call her. I called her as soon as I got up, and she told me that our childhood home had burned down. Our older brother had been living there, and they had just found a body in the house, but weren't able to identify him. No known cause of the fire (though I have thoughts about it.), because the structure was completely destroyed, and since it was a fire related death, there has to be an autopsy and investigation before we can move forward at all.


I know this is all a wretchedly grim thing to read, and it was all so sudden that I'm still kind of in shock from it, I think. I've dealt with a lot of death in my family, but almost every time, there was some warning that it was coming. This felt so random that I'm not processing it well, yet.