And Then It Hits You Like A Fucking Freight Train Sometimes.....

I have been staying at a friend's house since the night Chad died.  He died at 3 am Feb 4th.  I left at 5 am.  And I haven't been back.  That was Feb 4th.  I decided that I'd move home this weekend. So with this in mind, I was looking around for a tv show to watch.  

I decided to watch the last episode of this season's Shameless, which has been howlingly funny, but Chad has been so in and out of it lately, so it has been hard to keep him up to date.  When he is with it mentally, I show him several episodes in a row (or try to, he often falls asleep).  

As I started to turn the TV show on my laptop, I suddenly turned it back off - I decided that I would wait until I got home this weekend so that Chad and I could watch it together.  

Then I remembered.