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Life is Fickle
Dec. 18th, 2015 09:10 amA comics artist I've never met is making me cry right now. He's a DJ at an internet radio station. His husband died this week after a long battle with brain cancer. It is the last song of his DJ shift; the whole thing dedicated to his husband.
This morning, my coworker announced she got another grand daughter last night. This is the second in two weeks. She's off this morning so she can take care of her 17 month old grandson, the newest grand daughter's older brother.
Yesterday was picture day on the breastfeeding FB group I'm in. One mother posted a picture of her son who only lived one day. She's pumping anyway and is going to donate her milk, whatever she gets. He looks plump and scrunchy faced and big and healthy.
Next week is Xmas already. When did that happen?
This morning, my coworker announced she got another grand daughter last night. This is the second in two weeks. She's off this morning so she can take care of her 17 month old grandson, the newest grand daughter's older brother.
Yesterday was picture day on the breastfeeding FB group I'm in. One mother posted a picture of her son who only lived one day. She's pumping anyway and is going to donate her milk, whatever she gets. He looks plump and scrunchy faced and big and healthy.
Next week is Xmas already. When did that happen?
