Personally, i’m going to call 2019 “the year of death“
I returned from overseas on New Year’s Eve. While waiting in LAX for my flight to Boston, I got a phone call from my stepsister, telling me that my stepsister had had a stroke and was in the hospital. A week later, I was in Chicago to see her terminal event. Two weeks later, I return to Chicago for her memorial.
The same day as her memorial, I later found out that a fellow I knew from church had died. I knew him from about age 8; he was 50.
Two weeks after that, my godfather, mentor, and good friend was admitted to the hospital in Seattle. He had advanced cirrhosis that led to multi organ failure. He died two days after my arrival. Two weeks later, I returned for his requiem.
Since then, I’ve learned of the deaths of the fathers of two acquaintances.
I’ve had some outside support, but it’s been limited. It’s had a pretty significant hit on my psyche.
Instead of Anno Horribilis, it’s been Anno Mortuorum. Thus it is said; thus let it be written.