In 10 hours I help bury my wife
(Technically she is not my legal spouse -That is Duck - but she and the Duck have had joint custody from the beginning and as far as I was concerned she was my person. Also so we referred to each other as "wife" so there ya go).
It's so f*cking unfair. Cancer is horrible and pointless and evil and cruel.
I accomplished my 3 goals for the day (eat, shower, pack) and I should probably try and sleep, but when I wake up there is a funeral and part of me feels like if I just stay up all night the funeral won't happen. Or something. I don't really know.
Either way, 2015 continues to find new and novel ways to suck.
It's so f*cking unfair. Cancer is horrible and pointless and evil and cruel.
I accomplished my 3 goals for the day (eat, shower, pack) and I should probably try and sleep, but when I wake up there is a funeral and part of me feels like if I just stay up all night the funeral won't happen. Or something. I don't really know.
Either way, 2015 continues to find new and novel ways to suck.