“Joe, the longer you live, the more heartbreak you will have.”
My mother told me this in 1987, right after my grandpa passed away as I was dealing with the first real death in my family.
That statement, basic and simplistic in its form, is so true.
I haven’t blogged in almost a week.
I have hit a wall. But only temporarily.
A few weeks ago, a friend from high school, who had not talked to you in years, passed away from cancer. I was told it ravaged his body and towards the end, it was brutal.
Then this past weekend, another friend from high school, who I see and comment on her posts and she does mine, from time to time on Facebook, her 2o year old daughter was killed in a car wreck early Saturday morning.
Just heartbreak for the families.
I can’t comprehend why it happened, or why it happens, or anything at all.
I only imagine that phone call.
In the early morning, to tell you that your daughter has been involved in a bad car wreck.
I have thought about that family since I found out Saturday morning. I cannot fathom the pain they are going through.
Or my friend who passed away from cancer. And what his family is experiencing.
We can only live day by day.
Sadly, it has become all too often with heartbreak.