I got a call from my sister Carol, her husband, Marty died of a heart attack.
I've been mulling this over all week, feeling this way, feeling that way, not knowing how to feel.
The last time I saw them was about 2 years ago. I'm not the best at keeping in touch.
I won't be able to go up there for the memorial, but my heart will be with my sister.
I think about how far apart we all are and that's a shame. Life takes us on this crazy journey
throwing this and that in our path, giving us one challenge after another and before you know it you're dead.
All I can take away from this is, appreciate your family, your friends, hug your kids and grandkids, because tomorrow it may be you that's dead.
C'est la vie