Life

I didn’t really know what to call this post – ‘Life’s a bitch, then you die’ would have been quite apt. I got one of those early morning phone calls. Mum called while I was in the shower and JJ said she would ring back so I knew it wasn’t anything major to do with her. There’s another reason that she wouldn’t be ringing me today and that’s because it’s her birthday and you’re supposed to receive calls on your birthday, not make them. So while I was in the shower all the worst thoughts were going through my head.

Mum rang back just as I finished drying off and started by saying that it was bad news. She was right. My cousin was killed in a car accident. If you’re a regular reader of this blog you’ll know that I already lost a cousin around this time last year in a car accident. He had a head on with another car and died. This time, my cousin – the other cousin’s half brother – hit a tree and was killed. His brother-in-law found him early this morning. I’ve taken the day off work because I still can’t believe it and know that I wouldn’t be able to function at work.

His mum and dad had been away for the weekend ‘celebrating’ the other cousin’s birthday and now they have to face going back home to another dead son. I can’t even begin to imagine how they are feeling. Distraught would be an understatement. And this cousin leaves behind a wife and three children.

So, mum, sorry your 67th birthday will be a bit shitful, but at least we celebrated the other night.