I am SO SICK
of people dying.
18 months ago my lover died from diabetes.
That was truly horrible, and I'll node about it sometime. But not today.
3 weeks ago, my brother died.
I noded that obsessively, I'm afraid.
At his funeral, I learned that my grandfather died four months ago.
Last I heard, he was courting my grandmother, who he divorced in favour of her best friend when I was a child.
Then on Friday, a neighbour knocked on my front door. She told me the man who has lived next door since we moved here when I was 5 died the previous night.
And now my lover's father's friend is dying too.
I feel like some weird sort of gore-crow.
And I've discovered something interesting.
Death makes me so damn tired.
So all you people out there...
Just stop dying.
For a little while, anyway.