One More Goodbye
I think we’re God’s favorite family right now. First, we got news of Aunt passing away unexpectedly.
Then I’ve been sick as a dog. Some people would jokingly suggest the feminine gender of that little word. Ha.
Now today, I was shocked to hear that V’s son committed suicide. Depression. Remember he was married a couple of years ago? So sad. Divorced. Depressed. And took his life.
As if all that weren’t enough – after all I am a strong person, right – our computer crashed. Funny this, in the light of all the other shit going on, it seemed insignificant. Sigh!
As they say, what goes down must come up. And what goes up must also come down, eh? We are dealing with gravity here, in a sense.
So I am trying to stay calm and carry on. Because, as we all know, life must go on, mustn’t it?
I feel a little isolated right now. What with dealing with all the stuff going on in our lives, I must admit am not in the highest of spirits. I am just sitting back to see how much more is coming. I remember Gopmama’s words – there’s nothing so bad that cannot be worse. I used to get so mad at him when he said that. Now that I am older…and hopefully a little wiser, I see the logic in it.
Incidentally it was Gopmama who told me the V news when we Skyped.
As always, I manage my moments of sadness by quietly tackling my to-do list, which is always quite healthy. Like you, I found that I also enjoy cooking during these times – it is so soothing. Then of course, there’s always the cleaning to do. The reward, a cup of coffee. Reading a book. And that feels so nice. Housework has always been a pleasant task for me. I tend to get worked up only when I have too much to do.
I am glad to report that I am trying to change my perspective these days over a lot of things. I don’t stress so easily, Mi. All those little things I used to freak out over – in a good way – don’t hassle me so much now. Balance of life eh? Those days I would jump and take action and not rest until I had resolved something. These days, I just don’t have the stamina.
And life will go on just the same, you know.
And while I am sick of the “this too shall pass” phrase, I have no choice but to accept it.