I have been fighting something nasty for the last three days.. First I thought it was allergies. Then I started getting chills at night. And now I’m just feeling like I am in a fog. I take all kinds of medication.. They don’t seem to help much.
But I shouldn’t complain… A few days ago another one of my uncles passed away (I have three gone already ). I was not close to him at all, but my father was. I just spoke with my father about him. He said “he was younger than me, yet he was gone first.”
I cannot help to think of the day that my father passes too. I have been trying to accept it without getting too emotional. But the day will come… it is inevitable. And so will be the day that I am gone and every family member that I know … Because we’re not eternal.
So, sick or not, I will simply live this day. Without complaining. I may recover tomorrow. Who knows?
What do you think?