Walsh's sister died. The one who I was bitter with. It was a few weeks ago, in hospital. Kidney failure. It's been weird to watch my aunt, my cousins, my uncle trying to hold it all together. Odd and uncomfortable.
Mom was babysitting Mavis yesterday when I went over. She hasn't babysat in awhile. Walsh picked her up while I was still there. He's lost weight, looks tired. He's had the weight of the world on his shoulders for the last few years, and now, it's over.
How do you recover from something like that? To breathe finally because the issue came to an end in the only way it could? Brutal right?