loss

On May 8, 2007 I woke up at 4:45 a.m. in a stew of turmoil, sweaty sheets and a hole in my gut akin to coffee on an empty stomach. I didn’t even try to go back to sleep; this was the third morning in a row I woke up before 5:00 a.m. and each morning I wasted time lying in bed, hoping sleep might come over me again.