Thursday, February 16, 2006

Personal tragedies x 3.

My grandmother used to say that bad things come in threes.

I found out last night that someone I used to know is in the hospital. As of last night, they weren't giving him more than thirty-six hours to live. It's very sad. I liked him a lot. He used to tease me because I had a crush on his youngest son when we were in school together. I feel bad for his kids. They've had a rough run of things in life and they were all close to their dad.

Diabetes plus alcoholism is a bad combination. It doesn't mean he wasn't a good guy, though. Just bad luck plus bad choices; it's something we're all guilty of.

I still haven't heard anything about the friend who is missing.

This week sort of blows.