Wednesday, January 15, 2020

I Want To Yell

We have a friend in Austin. A bright, vibrant woman. Four children, all as bright and vibrant as their mother. A husband, the same.

What a family. We love them. There's a classic children's book called Go, Dog, Go! about a lively and happy group of dogs, and since the family's last name rhymed with 'Go,' we always said, "Go, *****, go!" every time we saw them off to do something, which was always.

Each kid played hockey, and each kid was in a different age group. Two played travel. Four sets of practices, four sets of games, and travel.

They were always smiling.

We stayed in touch after we moved to Michigan. They're the kind of people you always stay in touch with.

The mom was in her mid forties, and a fitness instructor. On Wednesday night, she had a massive stroke.

On Sunday night, she became an organ donor. She was selfless, too.

Her husband has been incredibly gracious in how he has handled this terrible tragedy.

I am not feeling so goddamned charitable. I am not feeling gracious. I am so angry. I want to find the random number generator and kick it in the face until it can't get up anymore.

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