I made a pot of coffee for M when I came in. Poor thing, she really can't function until the caffeine starts flowing through her. Then I began reading the news on-line. I saw first thing that Cory Monteith had died suddenly. I think he was 31, not sure. I remember reading that he had been struggling for years with drugs. Whether they will be found to be the cause of his death remains to be seen. I just felt sad. Sad that he died so young, sad that all that potential would not be tapped, sad for his parents and loved ones. I now understand the permanency of death. It's taken me years to appreciate life, even though it's not always a wonderful experience.
I thought how Corey's death is today's headline, soon to be replaced by another, and except for the people closest to him, life will go on, days, weeks, months will go on, then the next young person will die tragically and be the next headline, and it might be mentioned that the current kid struggled with drugs just like Corey who died a year ago, and I'll think, "has it really been a year already?" I've been noticing a lot lately, just how much time marches on.
I feel like I'm in a period of my life, where time is passing quicker than usual. The weeks of summer are just flying by for me. I'm staying busy, there's always so much to do, and it's this business of being busy, that causes me to so focus on the tasks at hand, that by the time I stop and look up from what I'm doing, another week has gone by. I keep wondering what happened to the long, lazy summers of my youth, that just seemed to drag on, so that eventually you looked forward to the Fall and the return to school to end the monotony of summer.
Okay, my stomach is telling me, enough of the musings, eat something for breakfast. Happy Sunday!