A sad anniversary for me
Ten years ago today, my best friend in the whole world died very suddenly. It was about a month after his mother had died. She'd been "an unconscionable time a-dying," and he'd been under a great deal of stress for a long time. But it finally looked like his ship was coming in.
He was found in his car. He'd apparently had an aneurism or massive heart attack, so suddenly that he couldn't even hit the horn to try to call for help. He had the same sort of financial jim-jams I have, and had been reduced to running a paper route in the early mornings.
I was devastated, and furious at God, or the fates, or whoever had taken him. He'd been so poor for so long, and now that he'd finally come into some money, he was gone!
If his wife was a different sort of person, I'd be giving her the side-eye good and hard. She hadn't liked her mother-in-law, and stood to gain a great deal of money from the way things turned out.