Sometimes Life Just Kicks You in the Teeth
In the midst of preparing for school tomorrow, I came downstairs to start dinner and Oldest was on the kitchen phone. I knew immediately that something had happened.
What does it say about the difference between my generation and our parents that bad news is almost always delivered by landline?
My uncle passed away on Monday. He had melanoma, and fought it as long as he could, but it overtook him in the end. He leaves behind two beautiful girls who are still in college, and a wife who is one of my funniest, sanest relatives. My heart breaks for them, and for my grandmother who is burying her second son in two years.
This is so miserably unfair.