Good morning. How's it going? Me, I am okay. I am back home, and going back to work today. I think having people you know die is always a strange and sad thing.
I am not always very family oriented. Part of the reason I never wanted kids. I am selfish. Also another reason is new borns are a pain in the ass, and kids are not my thing. The writing on the wall was clear at an early age.
Bob was always a part of our family, and maybe mostly cuz it seemed most times either John or Jim lived with him. I did enjoy getting to know him a bit. It was always good to visit, although I didn't much the last couple of years. Our vehicles weren't always reliable. Our finances were not the best, and I work a lot. I will never get awards for family member of the year. Life goes on, but memories always come around after these types of things.
This is a part of life though, and we all go through it. So, I go back to the grind. I don't really grind, cuz I work, eat, sleep. Eventually I eat a meal to end my day. Life really isn't this terribly exciting thing we do. It is day after day of what we do. People in different countries do different things. I guess one of the keys to happiness is the truth, but the truth of life is the last thing we expect it is.
I guess we think somewhere life has to be this magical thing somehow, but it isn't. There are unwritten rules for being organized, but once you die your files are useless. They are garbage. There are no rewards for a lifetime of good filing techniques.
If that is the case then what is important? No matter what you do in life you don't escape death. That must mean something. That is a truth of life, and death is always something that happens to other people. We have plenty of time to polish up our filing techniques, and buy shit other people will eventually have to do something with.
Life is strange. No doubt about it. Our heroes in the long run are not any better than us. I guess that means in a big World there are no heroes.
So today, this month, whatever, I am sure I will personally reflect on stuff, cuz that's what we do during these times. As time goes on it seems death becomes more natural. We get older we kinda expect it more, cuz we deal with it more.
Last week I got a text from my brother to give him a call. I knew it was bad news. Either my Dad or Bob. My little family I grew up with got just a little bit smaller.
Death makes life even stranger than it already is.
Anyhoo, I guess that's good.
Have a good one. :)