Irreplaceable

My husband’s father died Saturday evening. The last time he saw his son, he did his level best to act a pure ass. His son, who had left his wife in her ninth month of pregnancy on the other side of the world to come see him. To come speak to him. To maybe put together the things that had been broken between them for as long as he could remember. I don’t understand how somebody can be that cruel to his own flesh and blood when he KNOWS this is probably the last time he will see him on this earth. I guess I just have to pray harder that I appreciate my kids when the end of my life is in view.

Some of us are living our lives like tomorrow is guaranteed. Some of us treat people like kleenex. or toilet paper, knowing that the day is going to come when we won’t be on this earth anymore and our ultimate legacy will be determined by those very human beings we treated like said disposable paper products.

Having someone you interact with die really makes you take stock of things. I thought that I would write this last entry of fragile today to sort of give me some sense of closure to this situation. I hope some of this helps somebody at some point in time, because this is some mess to have to go through or to live with someone go through. I think that made sense.