go to work, interact with people who are on power highs, which mean nothing to me, knowing that at any moment, at any hour, on this date, 5 yrs ago, Jason died. I was not with him. I didn't even know it happened. How do I switch my brain not to obsess on what it was like. His two dogs were with him for the 3 days. They tore open their food. They drank from the toilet. They used the house as their refuse place, because he did not take them out. When these stupid people worry about having the last word, which word means nothing, in the scope of the universe, what do I do. When each and every one of us leaves a job, two weeks later, no one mentions you. We had a judge who retired, everyone loved him, he loved everyone, well, now no one even mentions his name. He doesn't keep in touch with anyone - so in the scope of the universe, who gives a dam?
Rebecca Jason's Mom