Sometimes it all just sucks
Friday, August 25, 2017
Recently my oldest purchased his first home and moved out.
Today we dropped my youngest off at college for his freshmen year.
I am now an empty-ish nester and a basket case, tears streaming down my face.
AND suddenly none of that matters. As much as I could easily fall in to the spiral of self pity that my kids are grown and out of the house - I get smacked in the face.
We get that call, that dreaded call. My family is safe, but a friends son is not. A farming accident as taken another life. Son, brother, father and great friend is gone.
My kids are safe.
This young 30 year old is not. His wife and 3 kids have to endure a pain that just isn't fair. His sisters, brother, mother and father have to endure. Not just endure, this a true family farm, which means the cows still need to be milked. Animals need to be fed. Fields need to be tended to.
My kids are safe and my perspective is reset.
It just sucks. The right words just don't exist. There is nothing I can do to ease their pain. They are strong, they must endure but sometimes it all just sucks.