I'm so tired and torn up about this; I'm scared, but so is Anissa. She can't decide if she needs comfort or to be alone to deal. And I don't know what to do, how I can help her. Hell, because the state of Florida, I can't even take time off to be with her if it does happen. I don't even know if my job will give me the day of the funeral [if it comes to that] with how small our crew has become. I just feel so sad and useless right now. Life has just shifted so abruptly. They were talking rehab yesterday, now they're pushing us to let him go.
Keep us in your prayers, guys. I'm afraid to see what dawn will look like.