A Series of Losses

     Can you call two a series? Probably not.  Earlier this month I lost my oldest nephew. He was a good kid... Kid, he was 53 when he passed. That loss brought back vivid feelings of the loss of my oldest daughter. She has been gone for 11 years now. I still think of her everyday. And just the other day, my son told me that his dad had passed. I have been sitting here thinking about some of the time we had spent together. Those days were laced with turmoil. The man really had a hard time knowing where he lived. Most nights, when he had finished work for the day, he made his way to the local bar and hung out there usually until it closed. It was not a good time for me. I spent most of the days at home taking care of our two children. Then one day, I just couldn't take it anymore, and I left. That was nearly 30 years ago.