Processing

This week has been...a lot. Horrible. Tragic. Never-ending. Exhausting. Just plain sad.

On Monday, the chair of my department--my boss, my friend, a wonderful man--was diagnosed with a brain tumor. He and his family are still making decisions, but it looks like surgery in Ann Arbor in a week, with chemo and radiation to follow.

On Thursday, another faculty member--my office next-door neighbor, my friend, a wonderful woman--was admitted to the hospital with pregnancy complications. She had an emergency c-section, delivered a beautiful baby boy named Solomon, and died on Saturday morning.

It's the type of emotional blow that leaves you physically aching.

I've cried. A lot. I've talked. A lot. And yet, I'm not sure I'll ever be done processing her death.

But tomorrow, I'll wake up. I'll go to work. I'll walk past her office and miss her desperately.

And the next day, I'll do it again. And again. And again.

Life goes on. Even when it doesn't.