*still closed*
They say that death comes in threes. I guess they're right.
Last week I wrote this:
And I'm feeling numb. Although I haven't seen Mike in nearly 5 years and I haven't spoken to him since before I moved to Chicago, I'm still feeling shell shocked. For obvious reasons, but I also am coming to a realization (after speaking with a close friend who had put her mother in hospice care two days ago) that I've reached that age when my peers and I will start to lose our parents.
A week after Mike passed away my friend called and told me that her mother couldn't fight anymore. This is one of my closest sister-friends. Of the two closest sister friends who are both pregnant sister-friends. The one who's carrying my godbabies (by the by she's having twin girls).
Then just when I thought my heart was as heavy as it could get, I got a call today from the other sister-friend. She went into labor early and her baby boy didn't make it...
My heart is aching for my sisters. Keep them in your prayers.
