The week after Sal was laid to rest, I struggled with crushing depression and crying jags that would not stop; I felt as if my whole world was falling apart all around me.
Looking back, I'm sure that at that point I was still in shock. It seemed unreal to me that he was gone, and every time I went to pick up the phone, I recalled what had transpired with Kate and dutifully kept my hands to myself.
In the space of one week, I had lost my cousin and my best friend of over twenty years.
I was heartbroken.