I have pretty consistently told others that nothing bad ever happens
to me. I say this becuase of my generally positive outlook on the
events that unfold in front of me. So long as I can see the end of
them or rationilize them in some way, they are not bad. I canât see to the end of this at the moment. My wifeâs mother died
today. She isnât my mother, and I wasnât there when it it happened.
But I see the hurt that is coming, and I canât get beyond it. Someday
soon it will happen, at least that is what everyone is telling me. But
when my wife calls, there are no words that work. They break in my
mouth, each half waiting for some sort of self-medication to take care
of the muck that this day has been. This hurt isnât mine because I
didnât know my mother-in-law but for a few years. But a piece of the
only woman to ever know me died today. And that is bad.
to me. I say this becuase of my generally positive outlook on the
events that unfold in front of me. So long as I can see the end of
them or rationilize them in some way, they are not bad. I canât see to the end of this at the moment. My wifeâs mother died
today. She isnât my mother, and I wasnât there when it it happened.
But I see the hurt that is coming, and I canât get beyond it. Someday
soon it will happen, at least that is what everyone is telling me. But
when my wife calls, there are no words that work. They break in my
mouth, each half waiting for some sort of self-medication to take care
of the muck that this day has been. This hurt isnât mine because I
didnât know my mother-in-law but for a few years. But a piece of the
only woman to ever know me died today. And that is bad.
