Two days ago I got a phone call from a former co-worker telling me that his son and only child (late 30's) died of cancer. He left behind a wife and two children. He had the cancer for seven years or so and died in a cancer hospital. The ex co-worker I mentioned is a total mental and physical wreck who lives in an assisted living home. His life is a horror story I wont get into. Speaking of assisted living, last week I visited a friend with dementia who lives in a facility. He seems to be getting worse.
The reason I mention all of this is, especially in the past, I imagined pretty much everyone else had more or less happy lives. I sometimes feel guilty for ever having felt that way. Can anyone else relate at all to this?
The reason I mention all of this is, especially in the past, I imagined pretty much everyone else had more or less happy lives. I sometimes feel guilty for ever having felt that way. Can anyone else relate at all to this?
