November, January, February

After the death of two high school friends, one from suicide by hanging the other from an aggressive form of cancer, I thought I’d be next. 

Lordzt knows mental health (me) and cancer (mom) are two annoying friends I never invited to the dinner table.  

Bad things come in threes. If an unfortunate event has already occurred twice, a third is likely to occur. 

A recent visit to my PCP led to a rant on the threes. 

With a gentle hand placed on my shoulder she advised me not to worry and suggested some books on positivity to read. Positivity? I was too absorbed in the cauldron of hell’s depression!!!

Then…

February arrived and brought the passing of a niece two days shy of her 40^th birthday. 

Bad things come in threes. If an unfortunate event has already occurred twice, a third is likely to occur. 

How do I respond to this news? 

First, I found out about her passing almost two weeks after. Her diagnosis is a mystery to me as her mother went along with the Doctors treatment, with questions never asked and avoiding knowing. I guess ignorance was bliss. From what I could gather it sounds like septicemia. 

This niece passed, alone in the hospital, drugged up. Her mother collected money for the cremation and returned to life. I don’t know if she cries or mourns as she jokes during our monthly conversations on the phone.

I mourn from afar knowing the niece did not reach her 40^th birthday.