Not With a Bang
Perhaps I am just more sensitive since my mother died, followed, two and a half months later by the death of a cousin, but I'm getting tired of hearing about people I know dying. Having over 2,700 friends on Facebook, messages go by quickly, some never being seen by me.
So the other day, I read a post, "Yesterday was my husband's funeral." It was from a friend from college. For the past several months, she had been posting Facebook statuses about her husband being in and out of the hospital, so it wasn't completely unexpected, but still, I had missed the posts of his passing.
Yesterday, I saw another post from a college classmate, "Sorry to have to share sad news", it started. 2013 isn't starting much better than 2012 ended. I am tired of mourning.
Add to all of this stories of friends and friends of friends who are gravely ill, and I'm just plain tired.
Yet still, I drive to work each day, looking for moments of unexpected beauty. I come home each evening, hoping that I will have done something to improve someone's life. I sit down, trying to make meaning with words, hoping for times when energy and inspiration come hand in hand.