Some of you might have noticed I haven't been here for the past few weeks. It's partly due to my chaotic life, and the fact that I live my life far from home, but mostly it has to do with a tragedy that I'm still trying to process.
My sister's son died today at the oh so very young age of 25. I carried him as a baby, we spent time together as families, my kids were best friends ,with he and his sister, from the earliest of ages. We spent every holiday together; the easter egg hunts at my parent's camp, Christmas, birthdays. He was a sweet and gentle soul who never should have been in this situation........I weep for my sister, who is forced to bury her oldest son because he made an adult decision by participating in a bar brawl (a simple fight that went very very wrong), without recognizing or understanding all the consequences that choice entailed. A senseless and completely avoidable decision that now is forever going to haunt those he leaves behind.
I want to shout to the heavens.........but instead, I'll just process things for a bit, and eventually come back chipper and cheery as always.