He was a good man who had had a hard life. I can't remember the last time I saw him where there wasn't something he was struggling with. Not your everyday worries and disatisfactions, mind you, but significant, soul-crushing things. Some were within his control. A great many more were not. The last few times I spoke to him, I could scarcely grasp how he managed to put one foot in front of the other.
Right now, my heart is breaking for my cousin who had to make the decision to take her father off life-support, and for my grandmother who has lost a husband and a son in less than a year. She needed to make sure I was ok when I called before she would talk about anything else. I had called to see how she was doing.
My mom's holding up, but I could hear the strain in her voice hiding in her calm front. I guess I'm holding up too.