Only Four More To Go

Today, we are burying Joe for the third time.

The first time was in 2012 because of a motorcycle accident.

The second time, a skiing accident in 2015.

This time ... suicide.

The Missus is distraught and can't blame her. I'm shook up with this myself.

Does that mean in three more years, it'll start again where we have to bury Joe? I surely hope not, but it seems it's been every three years.

What next? A car wreck? Cancer? I just don't know.

People around here have said the Missus and I were out there on this one, but it was our choice. Well, actually mine, but the Missus went along with it. I got the idea from a boxer. He did it and it worked out good for him, so why not for us, right?

It's a nightmarish hell we live. Wondering when we'll have to go through this again.

We named all our sons, Joe.