“How long am I gonna be stuck here, excuse me?”
Sweet? No, bittersweet. I had never seen this coming. Never.
So this is grief. You can’t, really, tell: all you have are bizarre pictures lurking past you…sometimes back and forth.
They would say, “It’s okay.” But, honestly, it’s not okay. It’s not okay not to be okay.
You were thinking of alternatives. Sadly, you had no Plan B.
Grieve. Just grieve.