I got the news sitting in the airport of St. Johns, about to board the plane to come home. My husband had just got off the phone with my family and had the job to relay the news to me.
I broke down instantly, in the airport. Without a care in the world, that people were probably staring. After a solid 15 minute sob (and after many final boarding calls) I managed to stop crying long enough to walk my red puffy eyes onto the plane.