I found out that (pretty much) my sister was at the hospital. Not because she was injured, she probably would have been sitting in her apartment. Cue the boyfriend, he walks in, they kiss, he sets his helmet down then plops next to her on the couch. But that didn't happen. He never walked in that door. Meanwhile, he is driving home on his motorcycle when a car unexpectedly turns in front of him slinging him off the motorcycle and into unconsciousness. He never woke up. I've known people to die, my Uncle Barry scarred me the most. He (the boyfriend) was part of my routine. I would listen to her talk about him. She loved him an extraordinary amount. I always made fun of him and would start arguments. I'd take it all back if I could. I was just over a week ago playing video games with them. And now he's gone. I guess I still don't believe it. But its this numb and sad feeling... my blank page of emotions.