I don’t think when this thing first started people had even the slightest clue what was coming or what it would mean for them. I know I didn’t. Ya see stuff on the news and it seems so far away. Just not something you ever imagine is going to be on your door step. But here we are. The mad dash for toilet paper isn’t funny anymore and the lack of it on our shelves is the least of our worries. Schools are closed, businesses are shut down. Signs are popping up all over telling people to stay at least six feet away. People are being laid off work. Many are running low on funds and wondering if they’ll even get a last paycheck. And this is just the beginning. Things are set to get worse.
Tag: hurt

What a shit year. 2019 suuuuucked! Seriously. Based on what I’ve seen, I’m not the only one who felt that way. This was just a flat out hard year for many people.
Lies, manipulations, deaths, lost jobs, vehicle breakdowns, health problems, natural disasters, you name it, this year included it all. The stress involved with this year seemed unprecedented. I’m sure that’s not the case. I’m sure there have been much worse years for people. But for me, this is one that’ll go down as one of the worst.
It started out that way. And though I had high hopes at the start of it, as I always do at the beginning of a New Year, it quickly proved its determination to just be a year of total suck. Try as I may, I couldn’t convince it otherwise. It was hell bent on its destination. Like sand slipping effortlessly through fingers, the tighter I’d grip to hold on, the more I’d lose. It was surreal. An unbelievable culmination of endings that was beyond prediction. You just. Can’t. Make. This. Shit. Up.
It’s the same every year. Every year as the holidays approach people are inundated with holiday cheer, dinner plans, and that incessant need to buy someone a gift. Lights, packages, and bows, trees to find an adorn, stockings to be hung, the impending weight that family members you haven’t seen in nearly a year will be present at dinner watching you eat. It can be a bit overwhelming at times. And if by chance, you are a part of that unlucky group that’s actually suffered a loss during this time, then you can just add those emotions on top of all of it, to complete the long, slow, growing feeling of dread as the date approaches.
The dead mans hand. Most of the time you’ll know it when you’re dealt it. Other times, it will elude you until at last it reveals itself and the sharp prick of what it means will pierce your heart, like ice.
Takes the wind out of you.
Hold your breath, hoping the cards will change. Whisper a prayer in an effort to curb the outcome. Try as you may, the results are the same. Only one thing to do once those cards been dealt.
Play them.
You know what they mean. Everyone knows. The death cards. End game. It’s over. Time to pay your due and cash in.
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