This is it

This is it.

That's what I've been thinking the last few days.  That this is it.  This is my life.  This is it.

It turns out I've been waiting this last decade or so, since losing our children, for things to get better.  For life to get better.  Turns out that isn't going to happen.  Turns out that this is it.

I'm really pissed.  I'm really angry.  I wish it was all different.  But it's not.  This is it.

I guess it really is a good thing you can't see what's going to happen in your life.

This is my life.  This is it.

And it's shit.