The middle of nowhere.

I feel suspended in time right now.

I'm trying not to worry, but it's so, so hard.

It helps sharing the news with the ones you love most, and who love you just as much, if not more, in return. They pray and think of you when you don't have the ability and clarity of mind to.

This kind of news changes people. They do everything they can to ease your mind off of things; they tell you what they've lived through and learned and do their best to reassure you even though you haven't asked for it; they let things go instead of holding on to petty matters because there's so much hope, so many beginnings, a new chapter in this kind of news. 

It's like a collective armor of love and faith against bad karma or luck or whatever other evil lurks in the shadows.