getting old sucks

Oh poop, the part I am wrestling with about getting old is losing those you know and love. On the escalator of life, you keep riding to the top.

Huzzy lost his uncle this morning. We got to see him in the hospital on Saturday. Poor guy could not speak and was struggling to breathe. That was hard to watch. Sending love, all you can really do, is send out that love. However you are able. However you can.

I didn't know huzzy's uncle very well but I spring leaks when I think of him. So many emotions surround someone leaving....sad seems to come first. (For me anyway). I'll have to invent a hanky-sponge to get me through these times. Maybe a sham-wow will do the trick. (Apparently humor comes second to sadness).

I picked up a few books from the Library today that they had on hold for me. ON Death and Dying - by Elisabeth-Kubler Ross is one, Creative Aging by Nancy Millner is another and the third was Starbucked by Taylor Clark (yup, about Starbucks). Seems right now that alot of people are leaving the planet: Haiti, those closer to us at home....I wonder if that means more babies are coming? I hope to read and find some meaning in it all. The circle of life.

O dears, sending out hugs to all those dealing with loss - please send hugs back. We're all in this together after all. xoxoxoooooxooooooo

(this post is dedicated to dear huzzy and to uncle G - your spirit lives on)