Karsten found out a few hours ago that his mother died today. She hadn’t been sick, but in the last week she was hospitalized after coughing up blood and other severe symptoms. We still don’t have all the details about what happened to her and we’re both very much in shock. We saw her in Nashville just two weeks ago and she seemed healthy.
We’re still in Miami until tomorrow afternoon. Karsten says he doesn’t want to cut the trip short because he’s more likely to be relaxed here while he processes this. He’s out walking on the boardwalk by the ocean now. I’ll go join him in a little while, but I wanted to come upstairs and give him some time to himself. I’ve been crying pretty much nonstop since we got the news, and I can’t imagine I’m much comfort to him like this. I’m doing my own grieving, certainly, but mostly my crying has to do with looking at him and seeing the worn-out sadness on his face. I hate seeing him hurt so much.