I can't remember where we heard the phrase, but it goes like this: "Life is funnier than shit."
At some point yesterday, I smiled for a photo. Right now, I don't know exactly when or why. Later on that day I found out my daughter was dead. She's 18. I know I should be using past tense. I know this. I also know that from this point on, she'll always be 18.
Right now, I just don't know what to do with that, but I have a family and they're hurting, and I know what my function is at the moment.
There are lots of people visiting at the family house. They aren't my friends, but they are there to console the family so I can appreciate that. My friends - the ones I want to have close - aren't near. They have families. As far as I'm concerned right now, they should be with their family whenever they can.
I didn't want this to be my first post, but if anything is going to give me a kick up the backside and do something with my life, it would be this.
I have access to social networks, but i'm not in the mood to share with all and sundry. This is a brand new blog. nobody will read it, and I really need somewhere that I can write this out.
Life is funnier than shit. I'm not one for swearing (in public), but under the circumstances, I'm ok with this one. Yesterday, I went to work, smiled for a photo, and my daughter died.
