Sunday morning musings

It's early on a Sunday morning and, of course, I'm up early. My teenagers sleep in and don't bug me but...my dogs wake me up. They don't figure out that it is Sunday. Sunday mornings come with thoughts. Tomorrow, I have to go to a funeral for a man who died of cancer. He was only in his mid-sixties. Last spring, he was doing okay. This spring, he's gone. I hate cancer. I hate what it does to people. How it makes them suffer. I hate what it does to families. How it makes them lonely. It leaves such a hole and it doesn't seem to care. It still eats away at people every day.