I just can't focus on work today. I find myself staring into space, lost in thought.
I still keep thinking about Scott. I'm still in the shock and denial phases; it just doesn't seem real. Which means that it's gonna hit with one hell of a whallop when it does come home. I'm not looking forward to that moment.
I had always expected that, once Scott hit bottom, he would bounce a couple times, then rise. Like I had done, like other people who struggle with personal crises do. You work your way through it, and come back up.
But Scott didn't come back up. It never even occurred to me that he would run out of time.
At one time or another, each of us lives with the conceit that we have forever.
And we don't.