Sometimes it feels like everyone is dying. Everyone is in mourning and everyone is in the hospital just waiting and waiting. I feel like my parents are older than everyone else's parents because everyone they know is sick and dying.
We spent almost all of last week in the hospital (visiting) and it's exhausting. And this week seems to be another long week filled with a grief that isn't even my own. At least once a month, usually twice, it's been funeral after funeral.
I feel like it was only just summer and everything felt perfect. The weather was beautiful and I only spent time loving and laughing and being more me and less this congestion. Even my blog illustrates this.
If I had to pick a time that marked the beginning of my current slump it was definitely after we got back from Hawaii. It was nothing but relaxing, vacation, us time. Getting back I remember a severe case of the vacation blues followed by 2 or 3 weeks of dog troubles, followed by hospital, followed by family crisis.
Basically, I'm ready for the good times. I'm ready to be happy. I'm ready and waiting for this to end.
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