Our household has had an emotional roller coaster kind of day, all before noon.
This morning early, Husband's first cousin sent a message that the Atlanta Christmas Musical being held the first weekend in December at the First Baptist Church of Woodstock, was a part of what he had been collaborating on, having helped write the music to it. He hoped that we would be able to attend.
We, of course, bought tickets on-line with eager anticipation, not to mention a smidgen of pride.
The phone rang a little later, and caller i.d. said it was this first cousin's older brother. Naturally, we figured it was big brother calling to brag on little brother and ask us to go to the concert.
Instead, he was bringing news of death.
One of Husband's life long buddies had passed away this morning. Husband was stunned - still is - but even more so to learn his buddy had been quite ill for almost a year and no one had told him.
This was the 'wild one' of the bunch - unable to stay married due to a roving eye, never settling for this or that - always reaching for something else. The last Husband had heard, a few years ago, was that he was up north somewhere.
Little did Husband know the man had been in an assisted living facility an hour away.
So, Husband is grieving on two counts - missing the chance to say good-bye and losing a friend to death.
And rejoicing on the other.
You just never know, do you?
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