Heartbroken doesn't cover it

 My dear friend Candace passed a little while ago. I'd been expecting, it though not this soon. There's a part of me that's relieved that she only had weeks of pain, instead of months or years. The rest of me feels robbed. I saw an interesting-looking CFP earlier today, and my instinct was to show it to her, and then I realized, no, we're never going to write together again. Or be conference roommates, or text pictures of doggies. She won't come for Christmas. So many things.

Cycle of life stuff, I know. There's a childish part of me that keeps going, "It's not fair! It's not fair! It's not fair!" But life's not fair, and that's all there is to it.