Life

Life isn't fair. The good are taken to early, too soon.

I needed a break today from the house and kids, when Mike got home, I headed to the post office to mail off a couple of packages to friends and a customer of mine. Leaving the post office, I headed to CVS to pick up my daughter's script, knowing I didn't have my credit card or debit card - something told me to go there.

When I pulling in, I ran into a old co-worker that Mike and I both use to work with. It was the normal of hey, how are you, how are the kids, etc....then he drops news on us. A friend of ours that over the years, we have lost contact with, just kept in contact with the normal annual Christmas cards, was in a motorcycle wreak 3 weeks ago and passed last Thursday. What happened, he didn't have all the information, but a blood clot of some sort. His funeral was this morning. He admitted he didn't even think to call us and apologized, but no apology needed, when someone passes, that is not your first thought to call everyone they could of possibly known to let them know. We said our goodbyes and I headed in with the last $5 I had in my pocket to buy a card for his wife. Something told me to go there knowing I didn't have enough to pick up my daughter's script, I now knew why.

Richard was a loving man, a giving man. Mike and him went for a few motorcycle rides together, I would join them up at the local bar-b-que shack for a drink every once in awhile. He was full of life, always happy, loved his wife dearly. He was a good man, a honest man, a happy man. Why taken so soon from this earth, I don't know.

I guess this is hitting hard. We lost a neighbor, Dan, a couple of weeks ago to ALS, he fought a long hard battle. He never questioned why him, he accepted the disease and lived his life to the fullest. I couldn't go and visit him in hospice, I cannot keep my emotions in check, Mike went for us as a family a few days before he passed. He was another good, honest and loving man, would give the shirt off of his back to help a stranger and never ask why.

My husbands best friend is living on borrowed time. He contracted Heb. B from a blood transfusion in the late 80's, early 90's after a accident at his work as a electrician. He needed a liver, was on the waiting list for almost a year. This past Dec., he got that call, a liver that matched. He asked, I am not sure why, but he asked who it was from, the doctor disclosed it was from a 16 year old in a car accident. Brack couldn't take it, he said that the liver needed to go to another teenager with their whole life ahead of them and if there was any on the list closer to the child's age, there was 2 teenagers, so one of them got that liver from what he understood. He was back on the list. Miraculously, he got a call the next month, another liver, from a older person was available, he accepted. The day of the surgery, everyone was in high spirits, happy. The surgeon opened him up, then closed him up without the liver. Brack was eaten up with cancer, there was nothing that could be done. He was given 6 months to live. 6 months. His wife called me in tears, telling me the news. I had to pass the news to my husband, that his best friend was dying. Brack is still with us, living on borrowed time. His last wish is to get his old truck back up and running, "Blacky" needed a engine and some other work. Mike has been helping him get Blacky up and running again, fitted with a new engine about a month ago (he wanted the old one rebuilt, but the re-builders have messed around and not done it, so Mike ordered a reman engine from Chevy to get his baby running again). It hit hard about two months ago when Brack asked Mike to sign his will, as a witness, he of course accepted. Brack's daughter has visited, he went out to California to visit her. It's a torturing waiting game. His wife is spending every moment she has left with him. She says some days are better than others, he is sleeping a lot now and just waking up to eat. He is a good man, he's a loving man and full of life, even now. He is the person my husband always told me that if something happens, to call Brack, he would make sure everything would be OK. I wish we could do the same for him.

I am in tears as I am finishing this, Mike is in the kitchen giving Madeline her routine meds. and she is getting ready for bed. Marshall is in bed asleep....I hate ending on a sad note, but not sure what else to say other than I guess there is a reason and plan for all, I don't understand it now, maybe I will one day.