Keep your “what if” statements simple. Tempting as it may be, don’t follow their improper and twisted logic. They’re fiction.

While soaking in all of this information might help to make me more certain, it definitely jars my nerves.

Tomorrow afternoon, I’ll share my story with an audience of strangers. I will be re-framing the process of breaking down as one of breaking through.

Right now, no matter what tomorrow holds, you are alive. And how? Who knows. It’s a brilliant and temporary mystery.

I can’t panic now, I thought. I want to pay this parking ticket. I have a hair cut appointment in a half hour. Then, I need to grade some more papers. I’ve got shit to do. Don’t panic. Don’t panic. Don’t panic.

They mistook his death for a mere disinterest in social media. But no. He was dead, and Facebook made every effort to remind me daily.

Visiting Bubba’s Facebook page allows me to see photos of him in his prime — as the fun-loving guy I want to remember him as. Visiting a grave site would just allow me to see a chunk of stone with his name on it.