Why October is the worst month ever...

I thought October couldn't possibly get any worse. I couldn't possibly have been more wrong. Everything bad happens in October. I wish it was just over already.

My grandfather died in October. It was a year ago today, actually. He was my grandfather by marriage, my stepmom's father. But he was a part of my life. I saw him almost as much as I saw my dad or stepmom. He had alzheimers so it wasn't a huge surprise when it finally happened. But it tore a little part of my world down.

My mother was diagnosed with breast cancer last October. Ironically enough it's national breast cancer awareness month. A little more of my world came crashing down. Not as much as it could have though, because in my mind it was only breast cancer and thousands of women beat breast cancer every year. She caught it early enough and did the chemo for it. So of course I believed she was strong enough to survive it. Luckily enough, I was right.

Just before Halloween I had one of the most traumatizing experiences of my life. As it's still fairly fresh in my mind, I won't go into any detail. It makes me nervous to think about.

Thursday night I found out one of my good friends from my old school got hit by a drunk driver while he was crossing a street. He died 5 hours later in the hospital. His wake was yesterday. His funeral was today. And I couldn't be there because I have work.

And to top my friggin October off...the mother in a family that my whole family is very good friends with is sick. She has cancer. They told her today that she has about a week left before it kills her.

So I think I kind of have a right to hate this month. Just a little. Right?

I've been surrounded by so much sickness and death in the past year I'm almost starting to believe it's contagious. I wish there was something I could do about it. Anything. But there's not.