Happy Valentine's Day, Miss FD.
February 14, 2010I woke up at 5:23 AM, unable to stop crying. The anxiety was overwhelming. They promised to let me know as soon as it was okay for me to go out there again. I tried to force myself back to sleep.
7:01 AM - Phone rings. And my phone ringing at 7:01 AM on a Sunday morning, made my heart instantly fill with a sense of despair.
"I'm sorry, but it's not looking so good. I'm really sorry."
Get up. Shower. Get dressed. Stuff random anything clothes into bag. Drive to the the airport. Stand in line. Go through security check. Keep eyes low, don't want to look at anyone. Break down crying when the inspections officer tells me to cheer up as it's Valentine's day. Get on plane, get off plane, grab a cab, send text message to ask what room to go to at the hospital.
Nothing left to see. The body was already taken for organ donation. You can just head straight to his place to spend the night there.
I didn't even get to see him one last time.