Life is precious.

I've been MIA over the weekend. So much going on. I've been on Facebook chatting with old friends. I was saddened to learn of the death of a fellow classmate. Actually, this classmate was a year older than me, but when you go to a rather small school. The class above you and the class below you are so blended as friends..it's like you're all in the same class.

Learning of the sudden passing of an old friend is never easy. Especially when he leaves behind 2 kids. Grown kids, but still. This passing was senseless, to say the least. Caused by depression and alcoholism. Suicide. How very sad. Life is just to precious.

May you finally find your peace Mike.

I can admit, that briefly. Only briefly I thought about hurling myself out of a 5 story window. A window that I sat in while Carly laid in ICU fighting to survive the ECMO machine. I thought just briefly about it. Thankfully, I quickly realized that 1)how selfish of me. I had a 3 month old fighting with all her might to survive. 2)I couldn't get the faces of my kids out of my head. 3) it would be very painful and possibly not do me in. My thoughts were gone, as quickly as they came. That was that. I've never had thoughts like that prior to Carly or since that one late night pity party I threw myself.

Life is too precious.