Just a few days until autumn. Already it’s cooling down. Yesterday I threw on a long sleeve shirt and the day before I wore a sweater.
I got some bad news on Sunday. Lisa called to tell me the family who lived behind us.. I used to babysit for them… the husband dropped dead of a heart attack that morning. His wife was one of the first people to our house after my dad died. She’s a nurse so she heard about it quickly. Their kids range in age from 12 – 24ish. That’s too young to lose a daddy. I feel so awful about it. In fact, I think I feel worse now knowing what it’s like to lose a father. Just 6 months ago I would have been like, “Ahh, that’s a shame. Tra la la.” Now I just want to cry for them.
So many people around us have died. Two of my mother’s friends had husbands die within the last few months. It’s like the men are dropping like flies.