The first good chill of Fall has arrived. It began this Monday and meterologists tell us rather callously, "Get used to it, folks." My body is rebelling against this advice. It doesn't like this cold and is threatening to *really show me* by throwing out alarming cold symptoms. I've been very tired all week with intermittant chills and scratchiness to the throat. All this could be due to heavier allergies. No matter the cause, I'm draggin'.
My mood turned outright sad tonight. Our usual yoga instructor, Melissa, the physical therapist, was not at tonight's class. Instead there was a substitute instructor who announcing that Melissa's husband had been in an accident and died. Her husband had been at his boat in the marina by himself, fell, hit his head and drown in the water of the Sound. Most of us recalled hearing the news story, but we did not know of the connection to our instructor. Things happen so suddenly, a sudden chill that brings winter into a family, a life. My prayers are with you, Melissa.
2 comments:
condolences 2 melissa--a tragic loss from what i gather. MY prayers extend to
both of you. You write a great glow/journal--and the doing of it is the Reason it
exists. Plus i come rightly from a fambly of Pack=Rats! I still have [inherited]
78 rpm records! And loads of other stuff... sympathy & regards
How sad, I'll say a prayer for her too and for you. Life's too short, enjoy as and while you can.
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