today we found out that tommy lillo passed away. he was home all alone when he passed in his sleep. it's hard to be able to console right now when i find myself still grieving. his death reopens slowly healing wounds that are still so very close to the surface. i know that i should call susan and try to talk to her, but the truth is i can't bring myself to do it. it's a common bound that i am not ready to share with anyone outside the family.
i feel bad that she didn't get to hear his last words or see him take his last breath.
i feel bad that she wasn't able to hug or kiss him goodbye. in that regard i was very lucky. we were very lucky.
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