It seems pretty unreal to me too. But I am so much more detached than ever i thought possible. Seeing the photos would have broken my heart once. Now I see it as a big advantage.
Not only for pricking his outrageous balloon of a hard-luck story, but also for allowing me to move on. I mean really... some things are just too much to bear.
I still have some sedimentary sadness about what's happened to him, but he seems so far gone. My H is dead, that's for sure.
