In the last few months I have lost several very good friends. They couldn't help it. They died.
I am still visiting on Tuesdays with the very loved friend and husband of another very good friend. This gives her some hours to do other things. He is on hospice, but so vibrant and interested and involved in the life that he is teaching me. He will die soon.
But my younger son was in the hospital because he had pancreatitis which led to removal of his gall bladder. Now he's home. He goes back to work Tuesday.
It's so normal. I haven't had that in a long time.
Normal can be such a wonderful word.
The older we get, the less often we see it.
But the word is mine for now.