Saturday my grandfather passed away. Wasn't totally unexpected as he has had Parkinson's for 7 years and for the past three weeks has been confined to the bed. Was very hard to watch a 6'5" man I thought of as a superhero when I was young dry up to a skeletal 110 lbs before finally going.
Sunday, I was with my family at my grandmothers talking to visitors when someone pulled up asking for help because there had been a bad wreck. Long story short, I pulled 74 yo man out of a truck and did CPR with his stepson until paramedics arrived but it was to late as I am pretty sure that he was dead when I pulled him out of the truck but when we laid him on the ground it caused a gurgling sound that his stepson mistook for him trying to breathe.
Pile all this on with me and my wife trying to have a baby unsuccessfully and here endometriosis diagnosis, the world kind of feels like it is bearing down on me a little.