sigh.......

is there anything more depressing than writing a sympathy card? well, yeah, of course there is, i suppose. kind of a self-absorbed question, if i think about it.

a friend back home, karen, lost her husband, joe, last week. he had leukemia and was all of 33. the second 33-year-old man i know who's died way before he should have, in my humble opinion, and it's that, and having to acknowledge such a monumental loss for karen and their families and everyone who loves them that makes the card writing such a bummer. necessary, of course, and often overlooked in our ever-declining society of manners and civility, but a bummer none the less (but my husband is hale and hearty, so what the hell am i complaining about?) i can't imagine what i'd do if drew went and died on me, which is another part of what makes joe's death hit so close to home. our mutual prohibition against dying and leaving the other high and dry just isn't providing the comic reassurance it usually does. a silly rule, and completely unenforceable at that, but we like it.

take a minute out of your busy day and let the people you love know it. it's good for the immune system, it's good for the soul, and life is just too unpredictable not to. :)