My high school buddy, Jeremy, died last night.
We used to be close, but haven't been as much in the last few years. Through no reason other than life and getting old.
He was truly such a good heart. When I got pregnant in college and when I moved to this city when I was a new mom, he went out of his way to always tell me "You can do this". He used to take me out to bagels most Saturdays because I was too broke to take myself. He would always say some variation of "You got this, Lopez. You're gonna be a great mom."
Like........just a million percent supportive.
And now he's gone, which feels...........so weird that he's not in the world anymore. I mean, really? He's just gone?
My brain is just in a fog. I feel...........gross and indecisive. I arrived at work and had a moment where I contemplated just going to a bar and drinking till I passed out. I get that feeling now. Nothing can fix this, so maybe I could blur it out for a while?
But of course, a much bigger part of my brain flashed big red flags and reminded me what a horrible, horrible idea that is.
So I'm writing a blog instead. Still kind of in a fog, with my brain not really wrapping itself around the idea that Jeremy just isn't here anymore.