it just keeps on coming. Shayna’s passing, financial struggles with the business. Then a few weeks ago a friend I hadn’t seen since Shayna’s memorial calls up to tell me he’s getting divorced. Today, another friend who went incognito after being diagnosed with prostate cancer calls after another 16 month absence from my life to tell me that his cancer has metastasized to his bones and is now incurable. It’s apparently treatable. But, the reason he hasn’t contacted me in 16 months is he’s been dealing with this news.
Both of these guys were in my wedding. They live 45 minutes and 2 hours away from me, but I never see them. Life has a funny way of changing and it’s not always (or seemingly ever) for the better.
Dealing with this right now is pretty tough. I feel like I should be more sad at my friend’s news, but the body seems to be able to hold so much sadness then it overflows. The news of Trump’s victory is still fresh. I got about 4 hours of sleep last night. The calendar says winter is coming. The cold gray day says winter is here.
But still, I press on. I spend the morning talking my friends off of their ledges because the country is more racist and xenophobic than they thought. They had been lulled into the sense that all of that was behind us. First, we were gonna see the first African-American President, then the first woman President- back-to-back. Both progressives. Not so fast though. We need to take a little detour for four years (at least).
So, I sit at my desk. What can I do now to keep moving forward? I have a call with my marketing company to plan our next moves. I speak with another company about doing some advertising to spread the word on the new product line we have just developed. And I give Kayla a call to make sure she’s OK. This is her first election loss.
Jesus said in this world we would have trouble. Boy, he wasn’t kidding. On both sides, from the winners and the losers, I’m hearing “God is in control”. The victors think God is in control because their side won. The losers think God is in control, so “everything’s gonna be all right”. Well, things will be all right- in the long run. In the short term, we go through long dark nights and long cold winters. Bundle up.