30 Days of Truth- Day 6

Day 6- Something you hope you never have to do.   Hands down easiest question ever- I hope I never have to bury one of my children. I can't even imagine what that would feel like. Nor do I want to. Nope, never ever wanna do that.

I've had my fair share of death. My great grandpa dies when I was 12 but I didn't really know him all that well and I was young so that didn't really affect me too much. 2003 and 2004 were the bad years. In 2003 I was in a really bad car accident, I flipped my car into a ditch, well, more like a hole really. I landed smack in the middle, had I been a few inches any other direction, I may not be writing this. Almost 3 weeks later I found out one of old, really good friends had died. That messed me up big time. I cried and cried. I found out at work, from a coworker and somehow I stumbled to the back room and I remember my boss Ken coming back there and he asked if I was ok, and for the first time ever I said no I wasn't (I always am "fine") and just started bawling. It was like that for a week. I lost 9 pounds from then until the funeral a week later. I miss my Marcus so much, he was so funny and sweet. We went out when I first met him but that didn't last very long. He became one of my best friends, my go to guy when I had a question about other guys and he was always very honest with me, even when I didn't want him to be quite so honest. His passing has been the hardest for me. The second hardest was Tommy P in 2007. He was the first friend I made when I switch high schools. We always had this weird connection and we fought all the time, but there was also alot of love there. He died of a heart attack at the age of 27. That's so crazy. And part of what makes his death hard is that my husband didn't like him and we'd had a big blowout a few months before he passed. Luckily on fathers day he reached out to me to tell me he was sorry. So I'm glad that at least we were on good terms, but still... what a waste.  I've also lost my Grandma Fisher a month after I got married, a cousin committed suicide, another friend from high school, my husbands grandfather who helped raise him, and some others I can't think of. For a year it seemed like everyone was dropping like flies, it was horrible. But as horrible as it all was, I cannot imagine my life without my sweet, obnoxious, cute little munchkins.