Yesterday I found out that the dad of one of my best friends in high school died of a heart attack while he was riding his bicycle. Today I found out that an acquaintance of mine from high school died after an 8 year battle with breast cancer, and while I didn't know her well, we were friends on Facebook and I had been following her story. My husband and I are attending two memorials over the next two weeks for the two friends who died last month.
These things weigh on me. I know people die every day, and we all lose loved ones and friends. It's part of life, but when these things occur so close together, one on the heals of another that I haven't yet fully recovered from, the sadness of it builds up in my system on a cellular level and interferes with my ability to function.
I'm not trying to draw any conclusions, learn any lessons, or strive to improve myself through this. No, for once, I'm just going to acknowledge and honor this part of myself. I'm affected by this. I know I'm not suffering in the same way as those who lost a partner, a dad, or a brother, and I'm not looking for sympathy or support. I just want to say I'm sad.