It wasn't his place to tell. He was there during, but I've since been tryig t piece my life back together. I've finally managed to move on, and reminders from home are not the easiest thing. And suddenly a wrench is thrown at me that Sherlock is alive? I'm not sure how I'm supposed to handle it after I listened to him die.
I'm not trying for space, I'm trying for normal it just doesn't seem to be working. But do attempt to carry on as though it were if you would. I think space might make my tendency to avoid it worse. I'm glad for that.