I had planned to write a funny post for today—making fun of my massage yesterday and gloating about how I’m on track with training. But it’s just not going to happen.
I was informed this morning that my cousin’s restaurant was robbed at knifepoint the other night. My aunt and other cousin were the only ones there. They were assaulted by two assholes who stole the money from the till and then left. The knife, thankfully, was only used to intimidate.
My aunt and cousin are fine. Shaky, but fine. I’m going to call them today when I get home to reassure myself of that fact.
My aunt is a small woman, 5’1” if she’s lucky. My cousin has a form of muscular dystrophy which greatly affects his balance and walking ability.
I am angry and upset, especially because I cannot be there to console and help them in person. I am very close to my family. My aunt took care of my sister and me a lot when we were very little and our parents had to work. Her sons are essentially our brothers.
I can already foresee the majority of this weekend being spent on the phone and Skype. I look forward to it if only to try to make them all laugh and smile again.
Have a happy and safe weekend, my blogger buddies. And thank you for letting me vent.