I'm sitting by the fire here in my quiet house, still processing the events of the past couple of days. Yesterday, I was numb. Today, not so much.

Raw emotion poured out of me today on the air. I am proud of the tribute we were able to give JR today. We did it as a group, a team, a family; and somewhere, I think JR was happy about that.

I feel like I've been through a heavyweight boxing match. I'm just fried.

The outpouring of support from the entire community has been absolutely amazing. After we got off the air, we stumbled out of the studio and reviewed what had just happened. We were starving, but none of us felt like leaving the building. On cue, food started arriving from advertisers and friends of Fun 107. No one will ever know how grateful we were for that food delivery.

We gathered around the table, just as any family in grieving might do, and we sat for hours and hours reminiscing about JR and coming to grips with the other, terrible news of the day — that former Fun 107 General Manager Gail Leblanc had passed away last night.

I fear for tomorrow's show. I know that the "Fun" needs to return. I am just not sure about the right way to do it at the moment.