Hard day. Today I went to a funeral for my cousin. Seems odd to be saying that- funeral for my cousin. He was 58 years old, and died quite suddenly from a rare, very rare, form of leukemia. It was wonderful to see all my cousins, and 2 surviving aunts, but just not a happy circumstance. He has 2 sons, one married with a pregnant wife, the other was still living with him at home. Their lives will be changed forever. That baby will never be held by his grandfather. I'll never have another bear hug from Brian. Wow, never is a powerful word.
Good week. My father and I had a conversation this week. A good talk. The door might be opening a bit. My grandchildren might be able to meet their great grandparents after all. Also, I got to spend one on one time with my brother, something that I haven't done for a long, long time. No deep conversations or anything, but just shooting the breeze with him. Hope we might be able to do that again sometime, only not to go to a funeral. Wow, might is a very hopeful word.
Life is short.
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