I've started and erased the post so many times, but I want I feel I need to say it to the universe. Death sucks, especially when it's someone young. And in the past month, there's been WAY to much of it in my universe these past few weeks. So I'm screaming and crying and not understanding how things like this happen. A
child with cancer who never made it to his 9th birthday next week. A
husband and father who will never see his daughters become teenagers. The wife of an old friend whose preschool twins will never get to know.
Death Sucks.
In some ways, even as I mourn, I feel safe knowing that for at least today I have my family, my friends. And I really just want hug them and love them and have fun with them. I don't think I'll ever spend as much time as I want with everyone. If I did, I'd never go to work, have to steal for money and probably wind up in jail since I'm a lousy crook. But I try to make it count when I do. And maybe one day I'll be able to balance my job and my life better. Or maybe it's just balancing my life and my life better. Who knows.
In the meantime, say a prayer Harrison, Peter and Jennifer.
