Phone call

I just got a phone call from my dad. It was the first time that he has called me- usually I call them. Caty was down at the house in Benson, and they were having dinner. They called to tell me that my cousin Andrew passed away today. That was rough. I am actually sitting in my house, not really wanting to go to sleep, but not knowing what to do either, so I am going to write a blog. Pennebaker says that even writing about upsetting feelings in a diary is enough to help you deal, so I figure my blog should suffice (there’s a random bit of psychology knowledge for ya). Like I told Caty, I am crying, but not bawling. It is more that kind of crying that you could hold in if you had to, but it feels a little better just to let it out and let yourself grieve for a bit. I don’t even know what to say- he was in his 20s. They don’t know what happened. I am definitely praying for Bill, Beth, Melody, and Shannon right now.