My family is devastated today. Our daughter Rana has died, by her own hand. Rana was 36.
I’ve known Rana since she was 7, when I married her mom. Even though that marriage didn’t make it, I’ve kept a relationship with Rana. For those of you who knew us then, you remember Rana as Ross. She transitioned a few years ago.
This loss hasn’t fully sunk in yet and already it hurts like hell.
I already have most of January’s posts written and queued on this blog, and so things will go on here as if nothing is wrong. That will be the furthest thing from the truth.