Statistically, it made sense that at least one of the
seventy people who started this project was going to find that it was a
miserable month for doing something like this.
Without exaggeration, I can say that this has been one of the most
difficult months of my life.
Some of you know that two days after I emailed Justin to
request signup for this project, my father died. A week later, one day before the project
started, I returned home from after three weeks away to find one of my cats
dying. Give or take an hour, I found
myself at the vet’s hearing the same language about my cat that the hospice
people had used about my father. “It’s for
the best… a better place…suffering is ended….take as much time as you want…”
A(n obscure) national council on which I serve met this week. Of the 18 people on the Council, three of our
fathers and one partner have died in the past six weeks. There’s no causal connection between these
deaths. Each happened for a different
reason to someone in a different part of the country.
I haven’t been looking for coincidences, folks. I dare say that had a string of positive
coincidences happened like this in my life, some of you would be telling me it
was a sign.
