My stomach hurts. I'm sad. I don't know what to do. I want to fix things for Billy, but know that he needs to fix things for himself. Bill is struggling today. When I saw him at break-time, he looks awful. I wish that there was something that I could say that would ease the pain in his heart. I wish that I could take his pain on myself so that at least one of us could think clearly. Glenn stopped by work a little while ago to say hi. I let him know what's been going on. He's planning on calling Mom to check on her and texting Billy to check on him. I told him that I was texting with Billy yesterday and that I couldn't talk to him right now without crying. I want someone to know the magic word to fix everything. There is no magic word.
I know that God has the answer - but Billy has to ask the question.
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