The worse thing that has happened to me?

Mr. Ed

Be what you is not what you what you ain’t
Location
Central NY
Honestly nothing really bad has happened to me. I have a serious mental illness but I cope with it well. I had childhood trauma possibly associated with mental illness that was disturbing but that's in the past now and no longer bothers me. I wish I had accomplished more in life but considering I did not get started until my mid-fifties I did well by working part-time and graduating from college. If I had more time I would have gotten doctorate degree because I enjoyed the challenge of learning and higher education.

Now that my parents are gone I have a great family including my brothers, my wife and two daughters. However, I wish I could get closer to my oldest daughter's fiancé, hopefully in time. My wife is wonderful and our pets are our grandchildren.

I can't move around as good as I used to but that's ok I accomplished everything I set out to do including getting my open water scuba diving certificate a couple of years ago. I get tired driving long distances and my wife doesn't like to travel far by car because it is exhausting but my brother offered to fly us to Georgia for my birthday after we get the house livable again.

Since June 2024 we have lived in an Rv with 4 dogs and cat while our house is being reconstructed from a pickup crashing into it last May. and this winter was the coldest winter on record since 2011. Winter camping, you got to try it.

I don't think about how bad things are or could be, I just deal with life as it comes along. What's the worse thing that has happened to me? I guess being born.
 

The worst thing that ever happened to me was finding my husband dead. I'll never get over it. In trying to hold him, I knocked him over, his head hit the stereo.

I woke up, there was no noise at all from nature. We lived in a forest, there was always animal noise at this time. Dead Silence. The world stopped. I ran into the LR. He was at the DR table, sitting in his chair but his head was on my chair. I grabbed him, no response. I tried to lift him up, I couldn't hold the weight, I dropped him. His head hit the stereo.

I'm in as much shock today as the early morning I found him. A shock I never got over.
 
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