Sleepless Nights

Sleeping is not generally something I have a problem with.  But I've had lots of sleepless nights recently.  My uncle was found dead in his apartment yesterday.  I got a call from a friend who had been told by the friend who found them, and then had the lovely task of calling his daughters, attempting to figure out what to do with his pets, calling my mother (his sister), dashing across town to talk to police and then just starting to process it all.

Now I'm just lying in bed dreading going over there tomorrow, wondering what I'll find, and feeling so incredibly sad.  C'mon universe, I know you can do better than this.