Life isn't fair. We all know that. We even try to prepare our children for that fact. "Can I have a a cookie?" "No, it's almost dinner time." "It's not FAIR!" "You're right, life isn't fair."
I had the rug yanked out from under me in November. I'm just now feeling like I'm back on solid ground. And then. I read Lisa's blog and she has cancer. She's 35. She has a young son, a husband. It's not fair.
Maddy's great-grandfather passed away recently. She had to death with the death of a loved one again. It's not fair.
My BFF Heather told me her mother had a heart attack over the weekend. She's going to pull through. But. It's not fair.
My friend Tara is watching her once-feisty grandmother slowly deteriorate. It's not fair.
All of us deal with the unfairness of life every day, in some measure or another. If you're lucky, and I know I am, you have a circle of friends and family and community that will be there for you, no matter what. That's what got me through my dark days - I knew that all I had to do was reach out, and someone would be there for me. Someone to hug me, help me, catch me, love me.
And that takes some of the sting from the unfairness.