The night of July 8th my phone rang at exactly 11:36 pm. It was him. I thought to myself “What does this jerk want?” and tossed the phone back on the counter. The next morning I got a text from my older sister saying my father died.
I was still recovering from the mixed emotions of seeing my boyfriend for the first time in months combined with reverse culture shock, but all of those distractions went out the window when I saw his mother lying comatose in the hospital bed.
Then lunch time will come, but you won't feel like eating. You will instead feel like turning off all the lights and burying your face in a pillow for an hour, not for a real nap, but just to turn everything off.