I'm starting a new job tomorrow. I left XM, which was really hard. You saw the letter from Hugh. He is a big reason why it was so hard to leave. It feels like a loss, not like losing you, but a loss. I started there right after you died. It helped me get by, to live.
I had a moment last week when I couldn't believe you were dead. I was in the basement doing the laundry and it lasted a nanosecond. It doesn't happen much anymore. Not at all. Though I don't think that means I've "accepted" your death.
A family got in touch with us this weekend about their son who has Fanconi anemia. We haven't gotten back to them yet. Their son's name is Henry.
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