So for the next several days, the ladies I worked with snapped into place. It actually started right after her died. The troops were mobilized. My bestie was included and people arranged for me to NOT BE ALONE. I could go to my room for a while if I liked, they could check on me there, I spent a lot of time on the couch, by the phone charger. I mostly answered the phone and said that I had no clue when things would happen. Everyone wanted to know about "arrangements" and I had no clue. I had been told that it might be more than a week before I got the remains from the police. I didn't know how to act or what to tell people. Everyone wanted to know what was taking so long. My Mama wanted to come see me, I wanted to be alone. I wasn't allowed to be alone (I am pretty sure that it's a good idea that I wasn't left alone, but I really did want to be alone.) I was depressed and wallowing in misery. It was so hard to eat anything but there was some sort of rule I was required to eat food twice per day... and that's pretty much what I stuck to. I wouldn't be forced into more... the twice per day was hard enough. I wasn't hungry I was just so sad and tired. It was hard to rest. I know I was sleeping but actual rest didn't seem to happen. There were people trying to help me get a list of what the police took, people in the department trying to help me get my laptop back, which didn't happen for a long time.
It was a complete mess. And again I was so sad.
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