There has been too much bad news in the past month. In June, a young man that we've known since he was 10 or 11 died in his sleep. He was only 23. He was an Iraqi Freedom vet & was struggling with PTSD. We were all just stunned & so very saddened by this loss of life. We worked with him for years at the renaissance faire & Troy & I are on the faire board with his parents.
This past Sunday, we found out that a girl we've all known for years, Kilynna Blake, was brutally murdered along with her 2 year old son, Dayan & fiance, Brock Branson. They were the victims of Nicholas Sheley, in his killing spree last week.
Yesterday, I found out that my dad has prostate cancer. His doctor says it's a non-aggressive strain & that he can be cured, that it won't take a lot of chemo to do it & that he'll likely live another 20 years. But. This is my daddy. I'm not ready to face his mortality, not at all.
There are too many things that need to be done & not enough time to do them. I need to find time next week, in all of the faire chaos, to take Rhi to the grocery store & teach her how to get the best buy for her money. They run out of food way too quickly and never seem to have enough to eat.
I'm sick. I need rest, quiet and relaxation, but I don't see myself getting any, not in the next 8 or 9 days, at any rate.