There are too many people dying.
Do more people die in January (or January and February) than other months, or does it just seem that way because we don't have fair-weather distractions?
Phyllis Walls was killed in a head-on collision on what I think was a familiar road. New Year's Day. What a great start to the New Year for her family, and fore her friends, even the long-ago-and-far-away ones. How horrible it is to have someone just not be there anymore. How horrible and how hard,
Do more people die in January (or January and February) than other months, or does it just seem that way because we don't have fair-weather distractions?
Phyllis Walls was killed in a head-on collision on what I think was a familiar road. New Year's Day. What a great start to the New Year for her family, and fore her friends, even the long-ago-and-far-away ones. How horrible it is to have someone just not be there anymore. How horrible and how hard,
There has been another death, too, in my husband's family. Kevin Mullins. The husband of Rex's niece Eva, has passed away, and the whole family mourns yet again. They brought in the New Year in the hospital, with this horrific outcome. There have been too many deaths in this family in the last three to six months, and there are always too many deaths in the world.
A writer friend is sitting in a hospital waiting for her father to die. He went for one thing, developed another, and it has gone downhill from there.
People should at least die from what's wrong with them, if they must die. (As we all must.)
It always seems to be wrong people who are dying, too.
I don't mean the drug addicts, or even mass murderers, because I can understand that they may need extra chances to get it right,
I mean people with horrid diseases, slowly dying from the inside out.
I mean people who will never have independent lives again, and if they were in their right minds, would they want to live the dependent lives they are being forced to?
I even include people who are quietly soul starving, who live futile, desperate lives. Who perhaps want to "go home" or maybe they would only like to rest, for a really really long time.
Why can't these people be taken with such suddenness? Why is it the people with busy full lives who just disappear from the day-to-day of their families, their friends, their loved ones?
Well, life and love are mysteries, or so they say.
Unsolved Mysteries.
Unfair Mysteries.
And it is only the 9th of January.
