Here’s How Okay I’ve Been
It’s always darkest before the dawn. So if you’re going to steal your neighbor’s newspaper, that’s the time to do it. ~Author Unknown
Okay? Do you want to know how okay I’ve been?
As I’m pulling up to the hotel we were staying at in Kentucky, I get a phone call from one of my best friends. I’m like, I’m sorry I can’t talk right now because I just pulled up to check in to the hotel. She said she just wanted to call to let me know Maria died in her sleep. Maria was her father in law’s long time girlfriend where her and her husband were living.
When I get home my son tells me that one of his on line friend’s father tried to kill himself and the next sentence was the kid around the corner hung himself last week.
A week after that my boss text me, “Hi”
“Hey I was just thinking about what going on.”
“My dog died.”
A week after that someone that works with my husband overdosed.
Then my sister in law’s brother in law had his bladder removed from cancer and they found three spots on his lungs that he wouldn’t get taken care of.
Then I find out that the cousin, who is much older than me, that I’ve become close with since Feb is in the hospital with her third flare up from her COPD. It doesn’t look good and they don’t think she’s going to make it.
meanwhile, two weeks ago my husbands aunt died and my best friend from the first sentence called the day after her viewing to tell me her mother in law that live in AZ dropped dead. She live here with her other son and was raising her 11 year old grandson from her daughter. Now my friend is going to move to Arizona in three weeks to help her brother in law with the 11 year old.
Saturday I was at my sister’s and I got a phone call to let me know my cousin had died that morning and when I got home and got on face book my niece’s were posting sympathy about the uncle dying. I don’t have to worry about that funeral because it private family only. But tomorrow is my cousin’s service. And just a service no viewing, no pictures, no urn nothing. Just an hour a greeting and a short service. I think it’s going to be hard anyway.
I don’t need to cleanse my house with sage, I need to knock the fucking thing down and rebuild.
Phew…that felt fucking good.