Tuesday, January 7, 2014


It has been, as my husband would say, "a balls of a day" these past few days. Lately, bad news seems to be stacking up around me like bricks, heavy and cold. On Friday, one of my aunts went in for a fairly routine procedure, to have a stent put in her heart. When the surgeon opened her up, she had 99% blockage in her heart and had to undergo a quadruple bypass. Tom told me later that day that for the next 6 months or so, he will be traveling for work, away from home more often than not. I read in the paper that day about a man who lives not far away from me, who worked as a substitute teacher in a nearby community. Police recently found child pornography on his computer involving kids as young as 6 years old. My sister called to tell me that she found out a friend of hers, whom she last spoke to in June, died unexpectedly in August. This friend's husband, when he was 36, walked into the bathroom where he worked, had a heart attack and died. My sister found out yesterday that her friend shot herself (on the anniversary of her own father's suicide), leaving a 13-year-old daughter, now orphaned. Just today, another friend told me about a funeral he attended this afternoon, for a 4-week old baby who died of no apparent cause.

It is difficult to make sense of many of these things, let alone when they come shotgun style in a few days' time. 2014 has certainly come in like a bitch, and I had a bit of a meltdown on Friday, hearing about so much of this. Once I was finished, and had a chance to really THINK about these things, while they are still unbelievably tragic, at least I realized that although my husband being called away to work for so much of the first part of this year is not, in the scheme of things, so bad. Yes, it is a pain in the ass to be the parent left behind to figure things out. It is overwhelming to think about. But at least Tom hasn't been deployed to another country like so many spouses are, where his life is in danger at any given moment. I still get to see him every week. He still HAS a job. I still have my children, and even though at times they make me crazy, there are here with me, and safe. I get to snuggle with them every night, and read books and sing songs and listen to their silly stories. My aunt came through surgery successfully, and has been sitting up and WALKING since her surgery on Friday. 

Yes, life kicks you in the metaphorical balls sometimes, but overall, I am blessed. And I am learning, always learning, to be thankful for the things I have. 



Suzanne Carillo Style Files said...

So sorry to hear about all the horrible news. That really is depressing.

I'm glad you are cherishing everything you have to be thankful for. Every day truly is a gift if we choose to see it that way. Some days that is more of a challenge than others.

Keep your face to the sun and soon enough it'll start feeling warm again.