Life is too short.
Way too short for some.
A good friend just passed away.
An uncle, only one left now, is approaching the end.
Good men, both. Better men than me, I think.
Too much death in my life right now. Never a good thing but it makes you think about your own mortality. I am healthy, now. I wasn't always. I had a couple of shakey years not so long ago. Lung troubles. Not cancer, just an infection that lingered and resisted and was mostly misdiagnosed. And only life-threatening a few times. Mostly just frustrating. It also made me consider my own mortality.
I'd like to cheer up, to think about happier times, to write something whimsical. But I don't feel whimsical.
Maybe tomorrow.
There's always tomorrow.
3 comments:
Hang in there. Douglas. Write when you can; when you feel it is right.
Peace to you through these difficult times.
IB
I'm sorry to hear about your friend. I know how you feel - when my grandfather died I went through so many different emotions and felt like I was slapped on the face by the thoughts of my own mortality.
Someone told me that things like this get easier with time, the truth is that they don't - you just learn to deal with them better
I'm sorry to hear about your friend. I know how you feel - when my grandfather died I went through so many different emotions and felt like I was slapped on the face by the thoughts of my own mortality.
Someone told me that things like this get easier with time, the truth is that they don't - you just learn to deal with them better
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