I try to not let the state of the world get me down. Between the Covid pandemic, the war in Ukraine and our divided country, one could become despondent.
I am among the luckiest of lucky people. But I do have my moments of struggling, and the past few weeks have been challenging.
Three weeks ago, the son of a friend died in an avalanche in Colorado. A skilled mountaineer, forty-nine years old--it’s heart-breaking.
A single childhood friend died alone in her New York City apartment and wasn’t found until the doorman missed her. Within days, a beloved former work colleague passed away. Two other good friends are ill, one with Alzheimer’s and one not-yet-diagnosed, suffering from debilitating pain.
We are fortunate to live this long. But some things are just hard.