I met up with an old friend last night who had some heartbreaking news to share. I was at a loss for words at how injurious life can be. Why do bad things happen to good people?
We sat at the bar for a while, one drink after another, catching up on each other's lives. Isn't it strange how you can lose touch with someone, have so much time pass between seeing each other, yet feel so comfortable and comforted the moment you two speak again?
I woke up today feeling a range of emotions. Obviously I was hungover so I was also feeling like death and had the post vodka blues. I was hurting for my friend but as I laid on his couch, unable to move without being hit with a wave of nausea, I thought of my mom. She moves next week. Reality slowly sinking in. I realize I'm scared. I'm scared of how much I am going to miss her. I'm angry with myself, regretting not spending more time with her when I had the chance. The thought of her leaving makes me want to curl up in a ball and cry like a little baby.
I'm sitting here, actually, crying uncontrollably as I type this. I actually wish I could go with her and be there to help out with my grandma. I just signed a lease on my apartment so this doesn't seem likely.
I realize this post is a bit all over the place, starting with my friend's pain and now mine. I guess I'm just a bit down today...