I just got word that my cousin died from gall bladder removal went wrong. I just saw her a few weeks ago, for the first time in a few years ... at her dad’s funeral. She had two little kids. A girl who is the spitting image of her, and a little boy too.
You couldn’t say we were close. My extended family is very scattered to the wind, but I always enjoyed the time I did spend with her. She was just a very sweet and earnest person, much like her dad. She gave the eulogy for him a few weeks ago, and it was so good I wanted to stand up and applaud.
Now she’s gone too, and I can’t even wrap my mind around it.
My wife was probably going to be quiting her job to spend more time with our girls at the end of the year. That is definitely happening now. Life is short and fragile.
I need to lose some fucking weight. A lot of it.
I guess I picked a bad day to stop sniffin’ glue.