A Sign?

This is an old picture of Leo, obviously, with only 6 or 8 teeth, but I couldn't help myself. It's so hard to believe that he's gone. No words can explain the pain. We've been sitting shiva since his funeral Wednesday and it's nice to have people here, taking our minds off of everything. But in a way that makes us feel guilty that we're taking a break from mourning and not thinking of Leo. It also concentrates the grief after everyone's gone until we lose consciousness for the night.

Today, I may have taken the last step before going insane. I honestly believe Leo sent me a sign that he's alright. This afternoon I was looking at Leo's pictures, talking to him, begging for a sign that he's ok. Right at that moment, my cell phone rang just once so I didn't get to it in time. But it showed who called: Leo. My friend Leo, that is. In fact, this is the second time this has happened, with the first time being a call to Marina's cell phone a few nights ago, also right after our pleas for a sign. Crazy? Maybe. Probably. So what.