There are many bereavement support groups out there and for some reason many of them like to include a setting sun in their logos. For me the setting of the sun is not the difficult part. The rising of the sun the next day is where things get difficult. Finding the strength to get through the day is draining. I tried to put on a brave face all week, and managed to make it to the weekend. But today I was around friends, and I was mopey, and I don't think they minded. I don't know if any of them know about Dylan's death, let alone when it was. Perhaps I should have told them. Tomorrow is another day. I hope I'm ready for it by then.