Been ages again. Time got away from me. Feel like I'm running around, chasing my tail. Not enough time, not enough hours in a day, it seems. Was just telling my younger bro how life turns out to be this big rushing train where you catch a glimpse of what you'd like to see, visit and do but it rarely slows down enough or even brake for us to do any of it. The older you get the faster it runs. Don't know what happens when you can no longer keep up, when your body or mind starts to fail... Does it finally slow down but by then it's too late? My guess is that it carries on on its merry way, leaving you behind on the platform...
I learned yesterday that a friend of mine lost her son. He was a few years younger than I. A troubled soul so his departure is everything but clean and pretty - though I doubt any other way to die would be qualified as such anyway. Her only comforting thought is that he's gotta be happier where he is now. She's putting on a brave face on the phone, and I frankly cannot begin to think how it must feel to outlive your kid having no child of my own, but it can't be as easy as she's making it look. I can't make it to the memorial service tomorrow but my thoughts will be with her and her family.
Besides all this, unless you haven't noticed yet, I'm feeling rundown. Caught a cold on the weekend, I think, and I just feel like doing nothing. A case of the blues more like is what I caught.
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