Is death becoming more certain than taxes?

I always thought taxes were honestly more inevitable to surround me at all times, but I'm starting to wonder. The boyfriend told me today that a man that he works with died over the weekend. This man was only forty years old and it was unexpected. He just...died. No accidents or anything like that. He had been tired a lot, had trouble sleeping and trouble staying awake, had some trouble breathing and had a doctor appointment the next day...that he didn't make it to. I don't know if it was a severe case of pneumonia or what. The thing is, this is the third employee that has died at the boyfriend's work this year. This is totally weird to me. And these are people he knew, too. Both the others were older but they were both unexpected as well. I told him he should get his butt home and stay away from the death trap. Of course it's not possible and it sounds insensitive, but it is a little scary.

I found out today my uncle needs a liver transplant. This is my uncle on my father's side, his only brother. My uncle is only 2 years older than me because my grandma had him so late in life by accident. He arrived extremely early and in 1979 they didn't know a whole lot about what to do when that happened so they gave him a lot of steroids and who knows what else to keep him alive. I believe all this resulted in him having medical problems his whole life - of course genetics could have been a factor. He had to have his spleen removed when we were kids. We actually were quite close while we were growing up. So I found out today via family on Facebook that he's coming over to the Seattle area to see a specialist and find out about getting a transplant. I don't know how easy it will be to find one. I've heard that he wants to give up. I hope he doesn't. I want to go see him, hopefully there is a good chance. And the boyfriend wonders why I don't want to have kids someday- see all the genetic stuff that runs in my family?

Up Too Late

I really should write more often, but it just never seems to happen. Nothing in August, one in July, and only one this month so far. I guess that means I have other things to do...or I'm just too lazy. Honestly some days I have a lot on my mind and it probably would be good to get it out rather than sit and think about it but I feel like I don't have the energy to do so. And really, I haven't made many changes in my life lately. Oh and there are changes I need to make.

I've talked about the food/overweight/health issues plenty of times. I believe I have a doctor appointment scheduled for October and I haven't really made any effort to start eating better or exercising. Last week my friend wanted me to go walk on a trail with her and take her dog for a walk. The walk lasted quite a while and by the time we got back my back was killing me. It doesn't hurt on a regular basis but if I stand in the wrong position too long or walk too long it does. I think it is sick of carrying my gut around. I couldn't force myself to have good posture when I was walking up the hills on the way back because it hurt, and the way I was walking hurt too. I definitely need to get in better shape. I've always been obese but I have been in better shape than I'm in right now. That will help the blood sugar...I hope.

I'd like to write more but I believe I'm getting too tired. I want to get back into reading more, and I'd like to read some classics. Not many people read this, but does anyone have any suggestions? I'm debating between "East of Eden" and "Wuthering Heights" right now. OK, time for sleep.

Recent Events Have Me Questioning...

Why on Earth do the good people of the world seem to be dying lately and the ones who live harshly and are not very good people are still alive? That may be a very blunt question, but that is what my half-asleep brain is thinking right now. A lot has happened this year to people I know and even to myself. I know two girls who have lost their fathers. I lost my grandmother. Granted, she smoked and drank a little more than she should have but she was still a good person. There was an accident in a mine in my hometown that killed a man who was only 29, with a wife and a newborn. He came from a family who had lost at least two others to mining. A fellow blogger lost a nephew who was much too young to be leaving this world in my opinion. Yet someone like my father is still here-he who hasn't done anything for anyone but himself in years. Someone who would hardly be missed if he was gone. Yes it sounds horrible for me to say these things about him to an outsider but it's the best example I have right now. But if people must be taken from this world I would think some of the awful individuals could be taken first.