Open wounds

I have a list of things to blog about, but this is all I can manage tonight.

We (myself, my mother, and my father) attended a visitation this afternoon for the mother of a family friend. When my mom mentioned it on the phone, I didn't even think. I just asked when I should pick them up. Still didn't think anything of it until my mom's step faltered near the entrance to the room for the family we were visiting. Then she said this was going to be bad. I believe her words were, "I didn't think it was going to be this bad, but I think it's going to be worse."

And I slammed into the wall. And I fought the urge to throw up for a good 20 minutes. And nothing's been right since then. And why didn't I think of that before I walked in?