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While this year has been wonderful in many, many ways, and I am blessed to have a wonderful boyfriend and many other blessings, like getting a free new hearing aid from Voc Rehab, and all that sort of good stuff…
but death keeps happening
First off, my bf’s grandmother died around the beginning of June. That was sad, but we all are healing, still.
Then in January the acct. professor that my bf had all last summer died. On the first day of class in the spring semester, he went home because he wasn’t feeling well, took a nap, and never woke up. He left behind a 5 yr old son and a 95 yr old mother. No other relatives, and his ex-wife’s out of the picture for reasons I need not put here. The boy was put in foster care. This is the state that has a lot of problems in the foster car system.
February, one of the guys I graduated with–he accidentally killed his wife. It’s been tough on the whole homeschool community here. But we’re all rallying behind him, and sounds like he has a great lawyer and they got the judge they were hoping they’d get, thank God. He’s charged with manslaughter.
March, a history professor died at the age of 35, leaving behind a young child and her husband and all her family. She had an aggressive form of breast cancer that got in her marrow, and she passed away very quickly after diagnosis. My brother had her as a World Civ professor last spring semester. She wasn’t sick then. The whole history dept (that’s my major) is taking it really hard.
And then today, I saw a dog on a main thoroughfare downtown, in the middle of the road. I was driving, and I saw a dog, looked like it was hit by a car, so I straddled it to avoid hitting it again, and pulled over right away. This was durng the lunch rush hour. Thankfully (providentially?) there was a perfect break in traffic and I ran out to the middle lane to try to render assistance to the dog. It had stopped twitching at that point. Oh, my … I never want to see that sort of thing ever again. I won’t describe it. I went back to my car, called my mom, and asked her to call the Humane Society, so they could pick up the dog and notify the family. Blessed drivers saw the dog and went around it. I’m so glad people had the decency to avoid hitting it again. I cried and cried. I know I didn’t know the dog, and it’s nonsensical to cry about it, I know, but it really hit me hard for some reason. I wish I was able to help the dog, but I think it probably died instantly, which is good.
Then I found out that the guy who accidentally killed his wife accepted my friend request on Facebook, and so I looked at his profile. Blessed friends all have been writing supportive stuff every day. I started crying again, though, because–I knew he loved his wife incredibly much, but to see what he has written about her, and how he feels (he feels like half of himself is missing)… oh, man, I started crying again. I didn’t know his wife except from afar, and him slightly better, so I shouldn’t be affected by this, but I am. I guess I’m thinking about my boyfriend and I could put myself in his shoes. And maybe God knows I can’t handle those shoes. It’s so hard.
Anyway, I pray that nobody else dies! I’m, to be honest, sick of death. Just a bunch of tragic situations. And my mom was talking frankly about Great Grandma’s age. I don’t know if I can handle her dying this year
Thanks for letting me get all this off my chest. I think I can sleep better now, I hope. It’s just mostly a venting sort of thing. I’m just tired of crying and death.
but death keeps happening
First off, my bf’s grandmother died around the beginning of June. That was sad, but we all are healing, still.Then in January the acct. professor that my bf had all last summer died. On the first day of class in the spring semester, he went home because he wasn’t feeling well, took a nap, and never woke up. He left behind a 5 yr old son and a 95 yr old mother. No other relatives, and his ex-wife’s out of the picture for reasons I need not put here. The boy was put in foster care. This is the state that has a lot of problems in the foster car system.
February, one of the guys I graduated with–he accidentally killed his wife. It’s been tough on the whole homeschool community here. But we’re all rallying behind him, and sounds like he has a great lawyer and they got the judge they were hoping they’d get, thank God. He’s charged with manslaughter.
March, a history professor died at the age of 35, leaving behind a young child and her husband and all her family. She had an aggressive form of breast cancer that got in her marrow, and she passed away very quickly after diagnosis. My brother had her as a World Civ professor last spring semester. She wasn’t sick then. The whole history dept (that’s my major) is taking it really hard.
And then today, I saw a dog on a main thoroughfare downtown, in the middle of the road. I was driving, and I saw a dog, looked like it was hit by a car, so I straddled it to avoid hitting it again, and pulled over right away. This was durng the lunch rush hour. Thankfully (providentially?) there was a perfect break in traffic and I ran out to the middle lane to try to render assistance to the dog. It had stopped twitching at that point. Oh, my … I never want to see that sort of thing ever again. I won’t describe it. I went back to my car, called my mom, and asked her to call the Humane Society, so they could pick up the dog and notify the family. Blessed drivers saw the dog and went around it. I’m so glad people had the decency to avoid hitting it again. I cried and cried. I know I didn’t know the dog, and it’s nonsensical to cry about it, I know, but it really hit me hard for some reason. I wish I was able to help the dog, but I think it probably died instantly, which is good.
Then I found out that the guy who accidentally killed his wife accepted my friend request on Facebook, and so I looked at his profile. Blessed friends all have been writing supportive stuff every day. I started crying again, though, because–I knew he loved his wife incredibly much, but to see what he has written about her, and how he feels (he feels like half of himself is missing)… oh, man, I started crying again. I didn’t know his wife except from afar, and him slightly better, so I shouldn’t be affected by this, but I am. I guess I’m thinking about my boyfriend and I could put myself in his shoes. And maybe God knows I can’t handle those shoes. It’s so hard.
Anyway, I pray that nobody else dies! I’m, to be honest, sick of death. Just a bunch of tragic situations.
And my mom was talking frankly about Great Grandma’s age. I don’t know if I can handle her dying this year Thanks for letting me get all this off my chest. I think I can sleep better now, I hope. It’s just mostly a venting sort of thing. I’m just tired of crying and death.
It really helps!