Been a few days since I've been able to post here. Due to a death in the family, the last week has been a little difficult.
And it has been a strange week, hasn't it? First, my grandfather-in-law passes away on Tuesday. Yesterday my great-aunt passed away. Two other relatives are on the cusp of death, as we found out this week. And yesterday morning, the space shuttle tragedy. I was instantly transported back to January 1986, Mrs. Walton's sixth grade class, watching the Challenger explode live on TV. I think that experience made this one hit even harder.
When death visits so close to you, it makes you think about mortality for about a month, but then you forget about it again. You always think things like, "I've gotta take better care of myself." But then you don't. And you've got to go through the dead person's things, and pass them out to other people or sell them. What a creepy experience. I think all a dead person's things should be piled up and burned in a big bonfire. It would be a great time for everyone to come together, get drunk, and have a goodbye party. Hotdogs on a stick, anyone?
At least Louisville beat Indiana! But even college basketball couldn't be good to me. RMK is still looking for number 800. Let's go Tech!
