Just got home from the local feed store - Farmers Feed in Sapulpa. They just lost a son and brother. Sam and Kay Johnson own it - the kids work there - and one of the sons died. This guy has loaded feed and hay into our vehicles for 20 years or more - and it was shocking to me. We forget just how short life is and how quickly it can be taken away. I heard the story but my heart is way to tender and I had to walk out - tears were rolling down my face as I approached our truck that was parked near the cattle panels that I needed to move my plants out of the greenhouse.
It wasn't that he was a close family friend - it was the fact that this handsome, strong, muscular man's life was just snuffed out - gone so quickly to an outsider who didn't know he had cancer. We don't see what is wrong in other peoples lives - we don't tell others our own horror stories as we wage war with emotional pain or deep illnesses.
The greenhouse business makes me nuts - I get very stressed out this time of year and for all intents and purposes, I must get my butt outside and work to get it all ready for sales at Herb Day at Brookside start this next Saturday. And I am so stupid for letting it get to me - that all this stress piles on me and I become a nutcase crazy bitch. Maybe I can slow my mind down and try to enjoy the process - after all, any one of us could die between now and tomorrow.
And then there is the taxes - death and taxes - life's only guarantee.
thank you
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