Class of March 2016 Part 88
Hello all. We are a little heavy-hearted here in the MITA household today. The young son of one of our close friends, literally Mrs. MITA's best friend, has died of a drug overdose. He was to be married the end of August. It's tragic and our hearts are broken. He was the sweetest young man, and we don't really have all the details yet - totally blindsided by this. I'll admit that the thought of having a few drinks to manage has crossed my mind, but I have not followed through. It seems both stupid and inappropriate.
Don't mean to be a bummer, but I needed somewhere to share this. Thanks for listening.
Don't mean to be a bummer, but I needed somewhere to share this. Thanks for listening.
Thanks everyone. We are still trying to find some solid ground to stand on this morning, as I'm sure you understand. I'll head to the gym for a little barbell therapy. I'm not sure how productive a session it will be, but it will be a good distraction.
Take care.
Take care.
I must now add some sad information. The brother of a former colleague recently passed. She's younger than me and I figured her brother was around my age or a bit younger. He was 35, younger. In reading the obituary I learned that he had a long battle with alcoholism; succumbing to complications. I didn't know him but feel dreadfully for his sister and family. It very easily could have been me. I'm upset in a way that I cannot express.
Prayers to 13th and MITA.
I have been off the grid. A fav auntie died Sunday...it was on the cards, she was hospitlaised recently for a bad fall and caught COVID. Whilst her death is sad and I grieve for her, my little voice of bad tidings kivked in. My aunties family, warts and all are rallying, which is great. On my day of being revived/placed in an induced cma, my family were nowhere to be seen. I felt such a feeling of sadness anf loss. A culmination of everything I have fought or worked through, memories,etc. This is not, I think self pity. It just is.
I have been off the grid. A fav auntie died Sunday...it was on the cards, she was hospitlaised recently for a bad fall and caught COVID. Whilst her death is sad and I grieve for her, my little voice of bad tidings kivked in. My aunties family, warts and all are rallying, which is great. On my day of being revived/placed in an induced cma, my family were nowhere to be seen. I felt such a feeling of sadness anf loss. A culmination of everything I have fought or worked through, memories,etc. This is not, I think self pity. It just is.
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