My mom passed away this morning.

Bevan and I arrived in Provincetown around ten o'clock after a red-eye flight from San Francisco and my dad called to tell me the news while I was brushing my teeth in Peter and Paul's guest bathroom a short time later and although my dad was crying I didn't believe him and I kept asking if he was sure but then I heard Bryan and Kelly crying in the background and after we hung up I decided to go to sleep for a while. I turned my phone off before my nap and kept it that way for most of the day and I'm just now catching up on text messages and I think I'll probably write more words about this subject at some point down the road, but for now I'm going to not.