My friend Earl passed away today and I am heartbroken.

The whole day went by in a blur after I got the phone call letting me know he was gone. If I wasn't crying, I was sitting at my desk trying to figure out what to do and failing at everything I tried to get done. The entire drive home tonight I was in a daze. I still am. I've cried so much, it hurts.

I am supposed to be at a Doctor Who convention tomorrow afternoon through Sunday night, but services are Sunday afternoon.  So, at the very least, I will have to leave early. I really don't want to go to the convention at all now, but I think Earl would be mad if he thought this caused me to miss it.  Maybe it will help me take my mind off of the loss of my friend.

If I'm able to, In a few days I'll post a couple of stories. Right now I don't think I can.

 At 76, it was too soon for him to go.

I don't know how to describe how I feel right now. I feel lost.