And I just need to say it out loud.
This morning when I got to work, I was sitting at my desk on the ground level and a bird flew into the window...not a chickadee or a sparrow, but a mallard duck. It hit the window hard and broke it's neck. I felt terrible as all I could do was watch it writhe in pain - I was just calling the SPCA to see what they suggested or if they could come and pick up the poor bird and take it to a vet when it stopped moving. I sat there and cried, I just wanted to fix it...I feel a bit dramatic but this poor bird must have been in so much pain. I put it in a box and took it to the back of the property that's a ravine instead of leaving it on the sidewalk for the property management people to fin.
Then, FI calls me in tears because one of his hobby buddies (early 90's) wife passed away over the weekend (76) from an aneurysm in her back. They were coming to the wedding, had already RSVPd and were really close to FI. We're just heartbroken for this gentleman, it's so sad to lose someone you've spent your life with. We are going to the visitation on Wednesday and the funeral on Thursday.
My heart is heavy today.
Thanks for letting me vent.