In which I discuss the topic of Bindu’s death. I still can’t go into great detail about the day itself; I’d probably freak out if I tried. Suffice it to say that my brother was a rock, my mom was amazing, my aunt and uncle were great, and my G’ma cried with me. I feel […]
I put Bindu down on Saturday. She was 14. She’s buried at my uncle’s place, just outside of town. I can’t really talk about it right now. I’m pretty much avoiding Twitter, Facebook, email, and my phone UNTIL I CAN FUCKING DEAL. Which I totally can’t just yet. Thank you for your well wishes.
