Arrgh....Some days

This morning I woke up full of stories to spill.

Tales to tell.

Words to write.

Before I could tap one key I made the fatal mistake of clicking on Facebook (that awful, awful, rotten stink'n place) where I saw that a young friend had lost his dad.

And I was too sad to do anything other than write him a looooooooooong (probably waaaaaaa toooo loooooong) message about death and dying and survival and such.

But before that, before all that took place I wanted to put something in this space so that you didn't waste your time coming here...

I had some things to say, to share.

First of all, I wanted to tell you about my mother-in-law and my young neice going to the movies. And about how they waited in line (for like forever) and how when they got to the cashier they were told that they only  take cash as payment and so her bank card was pretty much useless in this situation. I would tell you how my mother-in law surveyed her surroundings, looking for an ATM or a bank or a small pile of cash laying on a seat somewhere... and how she came up empty handed. I would tell you how it's hard for my mother-in-law to walk and how much she was dreading walking back to the car, holding hands with a disappointed grandchild. I wanted to let you know that all turned out wonderfully when a man, a stranger with a small boy, put some money in my mother-in-law's hand and said "please let me pay for you".  She gratefully took the gift from the man and promised him to pay it forward (she even told him how much her daughter-in-law loves stories and tales such as these..and oh yes, yes.. I do I do I doooo-ooooh)

I really wanted to share that bit of uplifting news with you.

And then I read about Zach loosing his Pa.

And the bitterness of life made me forget all about the sweetness of it.

I hate it when that happens.

RIP Zack's dad...you have a helluva great son, but I know you already know that.

Thanks for listening.