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I don't know what to say, but suspect I will have a lot of it as time goes on.
On Tuesday night, around 9:15, we got a call from Jerry to tell us that Sara had been hit by a truck and she didn't make it. We drove here to my parents that night and buried her (with all of her stuff - blankie, baby, other toys, various pictures, etc.) on Wednesday.
I'm not really sure who or what I've pissed off to make the universe continue to take everything that's important away from me.
Right now, I have okay moments and horrible ones. Nick is heading back to Milwaukee today to work for the next few days, and I'm staying with my parents until he comes back to pick me up on Monday. I'm not ready to go back yet.
Obviously, we all know how life is too short and all that, but I really feel that right now... Life is too short and too unpredictable to have regrets, fear, or doubts. I've spent the past several years of my life constantly worrying about every bad thing that could ever happen. I can't afford to waste any more time with that, or not doing what I want or need to do for myself... Nick has been the same way. Things need to change.
I sincerely hope everyone who reads this is doing well and is happy, living the life you want to live.
Om Mata Saraswati Namah.