Thanks, everyone. I don't know what to say either. I'm so far beyond numb it's scary.
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Oh, no, sorella. We love you. We're here for you. You're allowed to be numb. You can react any way you need to or no way at all.
Maria, I am so very sorry.
It's just ugh. I can't even process right now.
You don't have to process. You don't have to do anything right this minute. Just be here, we're with you, we care about you.
I can't even process right now.
I call this stage The Zombie Walk. You just keep staggering forward. You don't have to feel anything right now. Just try to maintain some forward momentum.
Liese, add us to your prayer chain please? He needs all the help--divine or otherwise--he can get.
You got it, woman.
Maria I'm going to ask my grandmother to pray for you guys and see if there's a prayer chain she can add you to.
I know eight Episcopal priests really well, and three about-to-bes. I may not be Episcopalian, but I can get many prayers coming your way.