So much for blogging being my skill. It's been four years.
All that drama is gone. Today's drama is dealing with the loss of my parents, a close friend, and friend with whom I was building a good relationship.
My mom died from cancer and my dad from kidney failure in 2020, just 3 months apart. The cancer had gotten into my mom's brain and she didn't remember my dad. That was probably good because I think he was the love of her life but they divorced after about 19 years of marriage when I was about 6 years old. She was so angry with him and couldn't get over it. Hopefully losing memory of him saved her some of that anguish about him.
I hadn't spoken to my dad in about 30 years. Long story there, but I'd made my peace with him long before knowing that the last thing he ever said to me was in 1996 at my sister's funeral.
My close friend died from complications from COVID-19 at the end of 2020. He'd just won a seat in the United States Congress. I was so proud of and happy for him. He worked so hard to achieve this dream. He and his wife had built a beautiful home and lived in a small trailer on the land while the home was being built. I was visiting him the day someone came and hauled that trailer off their land. I started planning out the swimming pool when the land of cleared. He had two young children that he loved dearly. My last text from him was about his children. I think about him every day. I miss his voice, his laugh, his smile, his wink, and his goofy sayings. I miss talking politics with him. He was my rock and taught me so much when we worked together. I hate that he's gone.
My other friend died five months later at the age of 27 after running a 100 mile race to raise money to cure cancer. His sister had died from cancer and he created a foundation in her name and raised money by encouraging others to run in races where the proceeds would go to his foundation and then to cancer research. He completed his first 100 mile race in Florida and died. We had gone out a month before, talking about my close friends death. That led to conversation around death in general. He said he wasn't ready to die and that he was afraid. He was a practicing Catholic. I told him that was normal at his age but that he had many years to go. Couldn't believe that a month later he would not be with us. He left behind his wife of one year and his parents - who had lost both of their children upon his death.
Maybe this is why I don't write often. Its all depressing.
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