Yager died last night.

I'm very confused and maybe upset. I want to cry, I think, but at the same time I feel as though I shouldn't, because I only ever met him twice or so. And I didn't know him at all.

But he was family, in a sense, because he was a member of the shire and of the household, and I was on the path to becoming that.

And I know Buster's going to be killing himself over this, because Yager was driving home from Buster's birthday party.

I want to give Buster a hug. I don't know when I'll be able to do that.

I think I need a hug of my own.