In threes, you bastards!, I am a murderer

In threes, you bastards!. Two weeks ago i made an emergency trip to close some old family wounds with an ill Grandma. Since then, she has passed. RIP Shirley Wilhite. My mom's mom. She made the most amazing mashed potatoes and seemed to truly love her family. My grandmother's death has drudged up many feelings about my mom's passing that have been dormant for such a long time. I am now reminded of the unfortunate fact that life is fleeting and we must enjoy the wonderful people that enter our lives for as long as we can. our opportunities are finite.

My friend Janeane just lost her sister at a young age. RIP Amy Fisher, you were way too young. Coincidentally, we are both going to memorials in different cities on the same day for different people. Sophie just received a text message saying that another woman that is way to young from her past life in Girl Scouts was diagnosed with an advanced form of cancer. She is not expected to live long. Apparently she was an amazing camp counselor and truly excelled in mentoring young girls. We need mroe folks like that. RIP.

I am a murderer.
Do to a misreading of the label on tap water treatment chemical in my fish tank, I have killed all three of our remaining fish. i am so sorry Egon and to nameless offspring.

By my count that is four. And I would appreciate if death this close to me would limit itself to 3 visits in one week. I am well aware of the direction we are all heading. I am quite content with my own mortality without you smakcing me in the face time and time again. It can get a little overwhelming to process. And it would be nice if you could give me a week or two before you visit again. At least.

Cheers,
Jeffrey