Just as I was thinking that the week leading up to my wedding couldn't get any harder, I got an e-mail from my friend Mike's sister (some of you may remember him as Crazy Legs, who commented on this blog quite extensively). He killed himself on Monday.
I can't even begin to describe the day that I've had. The pain has been hitting in waves: sometimes, I'm continuing on with my life with a "stiff upper lip." Then sometimes the meaning of the day would hit me and I would become very small.
I've said it a lot today, but: please pray.