Respect the power of insulin

I’ve only met him three times. You could call us casual acquaintances, but we had no emotional investment in one another. As hard as I try, can’t even remember his name.

But he was my wife’s sister’s husband’s father. Maybe that makes him my brother-in-law’s father (I’m not good with naming extended family relations), I’m not really sure. But it doesn’t matter.

My wife got a phone call Tuesday night with the news that he had just passed away. Though he was feeling a bit under-the-weather, this wasn’t at all expected. As is often the case, the details were vague at first.

A reminder of vulnerability

Earlier this morning, the Diabetes Research Institute (DRI) reported the death of Miami-area TV news anchorman Joel Connable on its Facebook page.  Being from the northeast, I had never heard of Joel and wasn’t aware that there was even a TV news personality who had Type 1 diabetes, so I quickly turned to Google to find more information.

It’s sad.  So very, very sad.  He got married just two weeks ago, and instead of a honeymoon, his bride is now planning a funeral.  It’s sad when somebody dies, but it really hits home when the person dies because of diabetes.

In memoriam

I hate this kind of news.  I don’t know of the circumstances, but it doesn’t much matter anyway. Elizabeth is one of us.