I would love to sit here and tell you just how hectic things have been for me lately, just how busy I’ve been. Yet in honesty, I can’t say that. Things have been the same, even when you don’t want them to be.
I’ve had a hard time with my blog lately, truth be told. There is so much I want to say, and probably for the first time ever, I’m having a hard time getting the words to the screen.
What things are doing is changing. Lots and lots of changes for me. I’ve come to realize that during the illness followed by the quick death of my BIL that some things you are so utterly certain of … become not so certain. Some things you feel about people change in a heartbeat. Some things you think you know, you really just don’t know, ya know?
I was certain that when my BIL passed away, that my brother would call my sister.
He never did.
I was certain that my sister would have a hell of a time paying for the funeral/memorial for my BIL, and I worked hard to see what I could do to help her with that cost.
To our utter shock, BIL’s boss and company paid for everything.
I was certain that some people in my life would be there for me, just to give me a hug or ask how things were going or hell, how my sister was doing. To buy me a drink, to offer some type of support.
I was certain that some people in my life would not be there for me, just to give me a hug or ask how things were going or hell, how my sister was doing. To buy me a drink, to offer some type of support.
I was certain that friends I made long ago were just that … long ago.
Until we received flowers/donations/support from friends we (I) hadn’t seen in over 10 years.
And life moves on my readers. Christmas is coming, a time for family and loved ones. And for me it moves on with this one thought:
Tomorrow is not a promise, only a hope. So live for today, and live the hell out of it.