It’s still not fair

It was the night before I was heading home to Indiana for Christmas. 

I’m a last-minute packer… and shopper so I was scrambling to get everything done.  

I was rummaging through my closet and hanging up in it as always was my brother-in-law Will’s t-shirt. 

I see it there every time I go through my closet.  But it means something different around the holidays.  I got a lump in my throat. Some pain in my chest. And I simply said, “it still isn’t fair.”

For those who don’t know, my bro-in-law, maybe the greatest guy alive at the time, passed away from cancer at 33. Even though 9 years has passed, it still feels something a little extra when he’s not with us for the holidays

It just doesn’t feel right. Or fair. 

And so, while I pack my clothes to head home for Christmas, I pick out some blank t-shirts. It still brings out too many emotions to pick out his t-shirts.  And sometimes, it’s easier to set those emotions aside for a time being. 

I knew life was tough. I knew life was unfair.  But living in that unfairness is something different.

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And that’s the blog.  But to not end on too much of a downer, there’s always much to be thankful for: the times that have been shared, the family and friends we still get to cherish holidays with, and the times we will share ahead.  Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all!