Macabre Moments

Someone close to me is experiencing health problems. Someone my age. Someone very like me. Real health problems. Sobering. Seems sadness has been around our family for the last few years. Starting with losing David's brother to cancer, one of my favorite uncle's cancer diagnosis, the death my dear grandmother, and now....this. I just feel so damned...vulnerable. If you think too long about life and death, you'll go crazy. What I think about? Watching my sister-in-law brave being a widow and single parent knowing that I can do nothing to help, watching my father bury his beloved mother, worried about having to do that myself in the future, worried about the pain my children will feel when they have to do that. It's too much! Then, I say a prayer. A prayer for silence and quiet moments. A prayer for perspective. A prayer for gratitude that all of these improtant people are in my life to worry over. A prayer. Then I get a grip. It's hell getting older isn't it?