Death Comes In Threes

There are times in your life when everything seems to go to shit. I will confess, right now is one of those times for me.

A few days ago, my uncle died after a battle with cancer. We knew he was on the way out, but it does not make it any easier. On the same day, the decision was made to take his ex-wife off life support. My cousin and his brother will lose both their mother and their father on the same day.

And back in January, my brother died. He had pneumonia, but he was sacrificed on the altar of the almighty dollar so the hospital he was originally admitted to could make a buck. They delayed transferring him to a facility that could provide him with the care he needed, and as a result, he died.

Perhaps there is some truth to the old Appalachian wives’ tale about how death will always come in threes. I hope it is–I don’t want to lose any more people.

I feel almost as if I have entered a time of great trouble–well, my whole family really. First, Trump was elected. Then my brother died.

After this, my friend at work got fired for making a stupid mistake, and another employee in my department quit–making my job much, much harder due to the increased workload, especially since the company has said they will not replace either of them.

Next, my sister had a stroke which nearly killed her–and she may never fully regain her eyesight. So I will have to take care of her. After this, I fell and broke my ankle.

And now, I have lost an uncle and a woman I still consider an aunt.

I am exhausted by all of this. I want it to stop.

If anybody reads this, thanks for giving me a space to get this off my chest.