September is shaping up to be a month of suck.
A year ago today, our dog, Jake, bit an infant. On September 22, 2008, we put him down. The incident was the proverbial straw on the camel’s back. We had known he was a liability, but we loved him and lived in denial.
A year ago, another friend of ours was brutally pistol whipped during an attempted kidnapping and carjacking. She survived and the suspect was apprehended. He was tried and sentenced to jail. She spent many weeks with her jaw wired shut and made multiple visits to a plastic surgeon to minimize the scarring.
Today, an acquaintance of mine (and a work friend of my husband’s) died. She was 37 years old. Cancer is a Bitch. It doesn’t discriminate. She’s survived by her parents and husband and many, many friends who’s lives she touched.
Only 10 more days left this month. I hope those days pass without incident.