I didn't feel like talking about this sooner, but Thursday my wonderful mother in law passed away, and Friday I lost a close friend who I have known for almost 50 years. Looked at objectively, my mother in law had a good, long life. She would have been 96 next month. That she lived so long doesn't make her death any easier for her loved ones.
As for my friend, he has been battling health issues for a few years now. His death was not a complete shock, but again, it doesn't make it any easier. I'm at an age when if an old school friend dies, no one says, "wow, so young." That provides no comfort.
It seems like only a few years ago that we were teenagers, with big dreams and endless possibilities.
Now the best man at my wedding is fading fast. He refuses help of any kind, medical or otherwise. He made some choices that have led to a lonely, hopeless, destitute and premature old age. He welcomes the end and hopes it comes soon. He texts me each morning to express his disappointment that he's still alive.
I don't know why I'm posting this. SN has been a nice distraction the past few weeks, but my attention is elsewhere.
Dark thoughts on a sunny spring Monday morning.