You know the kind, the ones that make you wish you hadn’t even bothered getting out of bed. I’ve thought about whining here on the blog, but in the end, have decided that it’s pretty pointless. Yes, you’d all be kind and try to cheer me up, but you know what? When I start to list out my problems and the things that have gone wrong? It all sounds pretty darned petty and stupid.
Especially when I contemplate the road trip my husband is on. He and his sister and their parents are on their way to a funeral. (And yes, it is very weird that the 4 of them are stuck in a car together for 6 plus hours today and then again on Thursday for the trip home…I wish I could be a fly on the wall…)
The funeral is for a young man, who was only 34 when he passed away this past Saturday. He was diagnosed with brain cancer 2.5 years ago, and I think it is actually something of a miracle that he had this long. Henrik was a cousin of some sort to my husband (Henrik’s paternal grandmother would have been Mark’s maternal Great-Aunt. I think.) I had only met Henrik several times over the years, he is someone I would have liked to have gotten to know better. He was a very bright young man, he had just earned a master’s degree when he had gotten the diagnoses, and had been planning on pursuing a PHD. I can’t even imagine what the last 2.5 years have really been like for him and his family. He was not married, but he leaves behind parents and a sister and numerous other relations and friends that will miss him a great deal.
Parents aren’t supposed to outlive their children, and I surely hope I don’t outlive mine. I don’t think I could bear it.
So, I’m going to quit worrying about the petty crap that I’ve been whining about and get to work on doing the things that I want to do with my life.
Go hug someone you love and then do the same, OK?