Good news, bad news
I've been reading LJ only intermittently for a while now, and apparently I haven't looked at it at all in about a month. This morning, prompted by a note from Jessie S-S, I decided to catch up on my friends list.
It turns out that big stuff has been going on in various people's lives while I wasn't paying attention. Some good news, some bad news.
For one thing, two old friends have announced their engagement. So that's some good news.
But then I saw that another old friend's uncle just died.
And then I got to the posting from two weeks ago when Cat F told us that her mother died.
There have been some good things this year, certainly. But overall, I'm thinking if I could start the year over, I'd do it in a minute.
This makes at least six parents of friends roughly my age who've died in the past year. I know that doesn't make it any more or less likely that any of the rest of y'all will lose parents anytime soon. Still, it makes me want to suggest to those of you whose parents are still around that you consider giving them a call or dropping them a note.
This entry is coming out all wrong. I don't know how to say what I'm trying to say. I'm sitting here crying as I type and I can't make any sense out of things. Death sucks.
And part of me is insisting that death is a natural part of life, yadda yadda. And part of me is calmly, rationally pointing out that good stuff happens and bad stuff happens and it's all mixed together and you don't get to have one without the other, etc etc et fucking cetera. Oh yes, and that there are lots of people the world over who have it much harder than my happy suburban life. And by the way, when my friends' parents die it's not actually about me.
I know all that, but at the moment I don't care. I just—I just want someone to come fix things, to make it all better.
But nobody can.
I'm sorry about your mother, Cat. I wish there was something I could do that would help.