Sometimes, It Just Sucks.
Sometimes life just sucks. Today, was that day.
On top of the small chore of dealing with our home being flooded, and in repair requiring us to live in a hotel, and today moving to an apartment, the day got worse by the moment.
I really try to be a positive person. I really try to look at the good, and look at the humor and remember that there is always someone in this world who has it harder. Has a tougher day, a tougher life. I am truly truly blessed and grateful for every single ounce of every moment, hug, kiss, accomplishment, material 'thing' that I may have. But today. Well, today sucked.
My fathers best friend passed away from that horrible thing we label Cancer. He was a dear and amazing friend to my Dad. For that, forever grateful to him. It's hard to hear a parent wounded, and crying, upset. This friend was a doctor. He helped my Dad on many levels, including being his doc. I was fine with being supportive until my Dad told me that the native americans believe that when a great medicine man passes to the next life, a great rain will come. 15 minutes after Leonard Cain passed, it poured down thunderous rain. That's enough to give you goosebumps and believe in the power of something greater than ourselves. I hope he is at peace, and I hope my Dad finds peace soon also.
I found out a childhood friend passed away after a battle with an illness. She was younger than I. We grew up together. She was native american. I was the toe head little girl dancing next to her at the pow wow's we attended as kids. We went to pre-school together. We grew up together, had birthday parties and camping trips. Explored and giggled, laughed, fought and cried together. I had not had contact with her for years, so why does it bother me so much? It was my youth. Growing up. Watching my son, speaks to youth. Regardless of the choices we make along this path of life, everyone is worthy of living the life they are given to the fullest, and is worthy of love. Marcella, you will be missed. You were my youth.
The topper to the day you ask? Well there are two.
My mom's bulldog has bone cancer. You think, "well, it's just a dog". No. This dog is like her child. He's a French Bulldog named "BD" (yes, for BullDog) and she has carried him around like an infant for 8 years. I get it. He's a dog. Dog's don't live long lives, and they are not human. But to some, they are comfort, and companionship and unconditional love. BD is all of this and more to my Mom. To hear her tears, breaks my heart to a million pieces.
Final topper. The mortgage company is holding our insurance money hostage over a stupid EIN#. It's just not pretty. I can be a tough mean bitch when and if I want to. It's not looking good for anyone crossing my path in regard to these matters tomorrow. I can build a barbershop quicker and more efficiently than I can get my own home repaired from water damage. RIDICULOUS.
My parents have cried today.
My son refused to sleep until 11pm
I'm in the 4th place I've stayed in since the flood (likely why Rhett won't sleep)
My house is a wreck.
Fuck that. I'm loved, I'm alive and I need to remember...
Tomorrow is another day.
On top of the small chore of dealing with our home being flooded, and in repair requiring us to live in a hotel, and today moving to an apartment, the day got worse by the moment.
I really try to be a positive person. I really try to look at the good, and look at the humor and remember that there is always someone in this world who has it harder. Has a tougher day, a tougher life. I am truly truly blessed and grateful for every single ounce of every moment, hug, kiss, accomplishment, material 'thing' that I may have. But today. Well, today sucked.
My fathers best friend passed away from that horrible thing we label Cancer. He was a dear and amazing friend to my Dad. For that, forever grateful to him. It's hard to hear a parent wounded, and crying, upset. This friend was a doctor. He helped my Dad on many levels, including being his doc. I was fine with being supportive until my Dad told me that the native americans believe that when a great medicine man passes to the next life, a great rain will come. 15 minutes after Leonard Cain passed, it poured down thunderous rain. That's enough to give you goosebumps and believe in the power of something greater than ourselves. I hope he is at peace, and I hope my Dad finds peace soon also.
I found out a childhood friend passed away after a battle with an illness. She was younger than I. We grew up together. She was native american. I was the toe head little girl dancing next to her at the pow wow's we attended as kids. We went to pre-school together. We grew up together, had birthday parties and camping trips. Explored and giggled, laughed, fought and cried together. I had not had contact with her for years, so why does it bother me so much? It was my youth. Growing up. Watching my son, speaks to youth. Regardless of the choices we make along this path of life, everyone is worthy of living the life they are given to the fullest, and is worthy of love. Marcella, you will be missed. You were my youth.
The topper to the day you ask? Well there are two.
My mom's bulldog has bone cancer. You think, "well, it's just a dog". No. This dog is like her child. He's a French Bulldog named "BD" (yes, for BullDog) and she has carried him around like an infant for 8 years. I get it. He's a dog. Dog's don't live long lives, and they are not human. But to some, they are comfort, and companionship and unconditional love. BD is all of this and more to my Mom. To hear her tears, breaks my heart to a million pieces.
Final topper. The mortgage company is holding our insurance money hostage over a stupid EIN#. It's just not pretty. I can be a tough mean bitch when and if I want to. It's not looking good for anyone crossing my path in regard to these matters tomorrow. I can build a barbershop quicker and more efficiently than I can get my own home repaired from water damage. RIDICULOUS.
My parents have cried today.
My son refused to sleep until 11pm
I'm in the 4th place I've stayed in since the flood (likely why Rhett won't sleep)
My house is a wreck.
Fuck that. I'm loved, I'm alive and I need to remember...
Tomorrow is another day.
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