It is with great sadness that this March marks one year since our beloved Grandmother developed dementia in the middle of March Madness. A horribly, hilariously tragic coincidence.
Of all the times of to be diagnosed with a crippling form of madness! January, February, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November, December...any other month I could deal with my poor grandmother's descent into mental instability. But March! Oh, the coincidence is just too painful, too palatable, too omnipresent, too hilarious, too hard to handle.
In simpler times, March Madness was nothing to me but another sportings event I knew nor cared nothing about. But now! Talk of March Madness once went in one ear and out the other. But now! I can't take it; the two words send me into a state of shock. I am crippled by the hilarity of the coincidence.
Of all the things...of all the times to happen. What could I have possibly done to deserve this? What kind of God would punish a good Christian man like myself? I have gone to church every other Christmas and a couple of Easters my entire life. It just doesn't make sense. Its times like these that make me wonder if there really is a God. What kind of heartless God would torture a poor young man so?
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