I'm not one to post very many sad entries. I like my blog to be lighthearted and fun, but some days you just can't muster up lighthearted and fun.

First, my mom and step dad called to say my grandfather, who has been suffering from Alzheimer's for the last few years and was recently put into a home, needs surgery. I think surgery when you are in your 80s is never really a good idea. Perhaps that makes me a bit of a pessimist, but it feels like the odds are stacked against you.

Quality of life becomes a factor. If you no longer know your wife, your children, your grandchildren or your great grandchildren are you really alive?

Then my dad called to tell me that my cousin's four-month old was life flighted today and that things do not look good. Four months. Can you remember what you did, in detail, over the last four months? Me either.

I'm not clear on the details but I do know that he was blue and unresponsive. Every parents nightmare.

If you reading this post can you say a little prayer for my grandma and grandpap. They have spent more than 60 years of their lives together. I'm not sure one can truly live without the other.

Also, think of little baby Ike and all of those here who love him and want more time to get to know him.

Miracles can happen.