Wrong

I say I’m not complaining, but let’s face it, sometimes I complain: cancer this, mobility that. But then I hear something that puts it all in perspective.

A dear friend of mine suddenly lost her 3 year old grandchild yesterday. They went into the hospital, ruled out flu and I’m not sure what else, and then suddenly they were gone.

I am so heartbroken for her and all involved. I can’t imagine the gutting pain. Whenever I woke up in the night I had that heavy feeling in my stomach that something was wrong. Because something is wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong.

Sometimes life is just wrong.

How do we accept it when life is wrong?