I don’t mean to write heavy when it comes to a Sunday. Heck, I’m lucky if I can even remember to write every Sunday. I never claimed consistency was my strong suit. But I knew I needed to write this. Sometimes, in between the wine and the fashion and the travel, there doesn’t seem to be a place to put my real thoughts. So here they are.
Here’s my 5 minute brain dump…
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Somewhere between birth and death is this thing called life. Supposedly, we’re one of the only (THE only?) species that is aware of their own sense of being. We’re aware that we’re alive and we’re aware of impending death. Sometimes, in fact, we even choose it.
Tell me something about 2015. Have you noticed a larger than normal (if there is such a thing as normal) of deaths and tragedies resulting in death? I’m not just talking about what we see through the media, which can easily be manipulated. I’m talking about people you know. Friends, or friends of friends. It just seems like an usually bad year for life.
This past week, someone in my online community committed suicide. So I immediately became acutely aware of so much about her. Did I know her? Had I met her? We had recently become friends on Facebook. I followed her on Instagram and didn’t even realize it. I knew her but didn’t really know her. So it affected me because I suddenly have visual access to world I can’t understand.
And one of my local friends. By the end of January, she had already attended four funerals, some of which were most unexpected. And another friend has lost more relatives than I can count. Is it my age? Is it the people I surround myself with? Is something changing?
I read updates of many of my friends who have parents and grandparents clinging to life. They’re hoping to make it home to say their goodbyes. Others are fighting cancer and hoping to be around for their children. And others decide that life is a gift they’d like to return.
Today, we lost someone in my family. It’s my husband’s family but that makes it my family. He was 87 years old and died pretty much from old age. His body started shutting down. He wouldn’t eat or drink and his body finally gave way at 3am this morning.
Life and death – clearly on my mind this week. I’d love hear your thoughts.
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