Strange Blues
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It was June 26th at 7am since it was 1am or so in Finland when the news broke and I was asleep. I woke up to go work and saw that my dad had sent me two text messages during the night. The first one simply said "Michael's died. It's a sad thing." (My dad was very shocked, actually, and he cried later.) The second one he'd sent me before to let me know Michael was in the hospital.
I somehow managed to get out of bed and collect myself enough to go to work. I think I must have been in some sort of state of shock because I remember feeling completely numb and empty for the entire day and I wanted to have something to do so that I could escape reality. I was reading the news reports online and somehow I just couldn't process what I was reading, it was like I was in this bubble and the whole world had turned upside down. The whole thing just felt so mindless somehow. I didn't dare to cry because I knew that if I did there would be no end to it. So I waited until the end of the day and as the weekend came knocking on the door, so did the tears. I felt like one of those dementors from the Harry Potter books had come and sucked all life from me and that I'd never be able to smile again.
I somehow managed to get out of bed and collect myself enough to go to work. I think I must have been in some sort of state of shock because I remember feeling completely numb and empty for the entire day and I wanted to have something to do so that I could escape reality. I was reading the news reports online and somehow I just couldn't process what I was reading, it was like I was in this bubble and the whole world had turned upside down. The whole thing just felt so mindless somehow. I didn't dare to cry because I knew that if I did there would be no end to it. So I waited until the end of the day and as the weekend came knocking on the door, so did the tears. I felt like one of those dementors from the Harry Potter books had come and sucked all life from me and that I'd never be able to smile again.