From the first moments this happened I've been fighting the feeling that it couldn't be real, because it's so literary - to be precise, it's like a bad novel. Life shouldn't be so pitch perfect, with everything taking on meaning, everything being foreshadowed. Life should be messy - the bad guys should win, nobody should get what they deserve, a parent's worst nightmare shouldn't come true. No, this can't be reality.
As a result, it's not only his death that seems unreal, but my whole life has taken on that tinge. It's like - you can't be serious. I am not going to play along anymore.