Thinking of Mrs. Spit today, who is grieving another loss. My heart breaks for her.
Why does it have to be so hard? Why does it seem there is no fairness?
Are we only allotted a certain about of good, and then everything else is a crapshoot? A little taste, here and there? Or some freaking lesson to be learned?
Or chaos? It's making more and more sense, but it's making me more and more pissed off.
If you have a moment, go give some love to Mrs. S.