It’s been almost a year since my dad died.  He had been sick for a while so it wasn’t exactly unexpected but I didn’t think it would be such a sudden event.  I guess no matter how much you expect it, you’re never ready for it.  It’s silly because I have no doubt he knew how I felt but, if I had known the end was coming, I would’ve done last October so much differently.

it’s been almost six weeks since my favoritest CIL died.  he had health conditions that made a shortened lifespan expected but this was still a complete shock.  or at least it was to me; i guess that might be due to an estranged relationship.  it was just so quick.  my cousin dragged him to the hospital sunday night, within twenty-four hours he had slipped into a coma, and friday night he was gone.

eleven days ago, my brother’s live-in MIL was diagnosed with cancer out of the blue.  yesterday, she passed.  ten days from healthy, normal living to dead in a hospice center.

that’s my three.  i don’t want anymore death in my life.  i’m done with these awful surprises.