I stumble...

Ethan got me up around 7:30 or so this morning. It started off like a normal day. I got him on the potty, in his underwear, and then some breakfast. "Honey butt" Cheerios for him. Whole Grain Total with raspberries for me. And coffee. I always need my coffee.

The phone rang. It was Jason. His Uncle Corodon passed away over night. He's been sick for a while. We knew it would come eventually. I just wasn't expecting it today.

I'm so sad about this. I don't know why. I think I'm just tired of people dying. I know it's an eventual thing, but that doesn't make it any easier when it happens.

Jill (J's cousin - one of Corodon's three daughters) is supposed to get married in a few weeks. Now she has no father to walk her down the aisle. Now his grandchildren have no strong grandpa knees to sit on.

Life will go on. But right now, for this little bit in time, it's as if we've all tripped on a rug and we're stuck in limbo between catching ourselves before we hit the ground and collapsing. It sounds a bit dramatic, but it's been a long day and I'm exhausted and tired of the only two sure things in life - death and taxes.

I wish people would take better care of themselves. Then when they die, I can't be angry at them for neglecting their bodies and making us all sad. When they die, we would all be able to say, "So and so lived a great life!" and not, "Well, we knew it would happen any time. So and so wasn't very healthy."