Between getting the news today via cell phone and then going to Bikram yoga, I was just completely wiped out. I'm supposed to go to the memorial service as soon as his kids have it set up. I don't know what to say. I can't go into who this guy was right now. I feel kinda numb, like I was just dropped down a well.
Isn't it interesting how we all can only perceive death from our own tiny little perspective? Tomorrow, I have to go buy something black.