Skitz, Part Three

It's occurring to me that a great deal of the reason I'm obsessively blogging about Steve right now is so I have a place to put this torrent of grief and frustration. It's not that death is anything new to me -- quite the contrary, really -- but this one feels different. Steve was a close friend, once upon a time, even though we'd drifted. And maybe I'm feeling a bit guilty for drifting. And maybe I just feel helpless that he's 3,000 miles away in a coma and there's not a damn thing I can do ...