Just as I was about to get my shit in one sock
I lose Jenny. A couple of weeks in, it still stings. I am still pretty beaten down about it.
The first couple of times I lost people near my age it was not as hard, it think. Suicide, that was hard, but it was suicide. Industrial accidents, well, this was the life we had chosen for ourselves.
To have someone nearly my age die of natural causes just brings that a little closer to home, I guess.
Still.
I guess we’re At That Age. It’s still unsettling and, at times, downright painful.
At the risk of sounding like “that guy”, I’ll be that guy.
The fact that you haven’t lost friends close to you due to natural causes means you’ve had a good life. Starting 23 years ago and for quite some time thereafter, when my wife had her battle with breast cancer, we’ve lost too many people close to our age to cancer. Out of the group of about 15 she started with, my wife is the only survivor.
And that wasn’t the first.
When I was 27 (39 years ago) the 27 year old husband of a guy my wife worked with died one night of cardiac arrest.
“i had a good life”. Please explain because I would really like to know how having people around me not die means I led a good life? I don’t consider cancer to be natural causes any more than murder or suicide or an industrial accident. Before I was ten I had carried two relatives to holes in the ground because of breast cancer. I’ve spent an awful lot of time in funeral homes, probably delivered more eulogies personally the most people have been to funerals. Perhaps you completely missed the point of my post
My apologies for offending you. It was most certainly not my intention.
My intent, clumsy as it was, was to point out that you’re blessed.
Prayers for comfort, loss is not something we get over, we just carry on as best we can.
Not offended, just confused. How does this mean I’m blessed? It’s like saying I’m blessed because nobody in the 1600 block of wabash had their car break down from 1977-2020