Another three…

Well, the Cosmos is being quite the fucker this week. I swear death sits on my shoulder like our demons do. At the end of last week I was at work and as the day progressed a migraine developed. I got to the point where I couldn’t see my work properly so I decided to quit for the day. As I’m walking across the shop floor to talk to my boss, I look at my phone to find a message from my Dad telling me that my aunt, his sister, had died that morning. When I was a kid we used to go and visit them often and I have many happy memories of playing with my cousins there. Boom. I stop in my tracks and just stare at my phone.

I snap out of it and continue walking over to my boss. I was still in shock and all I could do was explain the migraine and tell her the message had just hit my phone. I just showed her the message. As ever she was an angel and said it was fine to go.

So I get home and start talking to my Dad about what happened. He then tells me that my great aunt had died the afternoon before. Boom. What the fuck? I feel that crazy head building by that point. The migraine wasn’t helping.

So the next few days I’m all over the place. I struggled to focus on anything. Fortunately I’m good enough at my job now that I can still keep the quality up but it’s exhausting. It didn’t help that I had a job for one of our Formula One customers that had asked for it to be sent early. I finished it with literally one minute to spare. (4:59pm).

So, having exhausted myself, I decided to stop at the chippy on the way home as I was in no state to cook a meal. While I’m in the queue, I look at my phone and see a message from my Dad again. It simply said:”Here we go again son.”

He then forwarded two messages from my cousin to say his brother had been diagnosed with cancer and was due for chemo a week later. He was admitted to hospital with terrible pain and didn’t even make it through that day. He was my favourite cousin and two years younger than me. Boom.

Just… Gobsmacked, as you can imagine. Three in under a week. Again. My running total now is fourteen deaths in under seven years. I wish someone could explain how/why I haven’t gone completely insane by now. Before I had even got home I text my boss and explained that I couldn’t come in tomorrow (Friday). Again she was fine with it.

Enough now. As you know, My Lady once called me the death whisperer. It all feels a little too real now. Maybe I really am. Or at least death feels the need to punish me in some way.

Oh, I don’t know. I really don’t know what to think any more. Death after death after death and I’m still here, fighting the urge to go bat shit crazy every day. We all know there can be only one result from a fight with death, but I’ll be fucked if I’m not going to rip him a new one before/when I die, just to spite the bastard.

Ridiculous of course but it gets me through the day now. Death can go fuck himself.

So mote it be.