Is it depressing in here or is it just me?

After writing the blog about my grandfather, my mother in law asked me to write one about her mom. I happily obliged and started writing a blog about the woman I affectionately referred to as the Helenator. Before I could finish it, the Helenator passed away. I finished it, but didn't publish it, because I wanted my mother in law to read it first. I was also worried that my blog was becoming a "death blog", if only I had known what this year had in store for me. That was in January the Helenator passed, but other happy things were happening, a quick getaway to Phoenix with just my wife, and a niece to be born in March. February came and went well, an amazing trip to Phoenix which included reconnecting with an old friend. Then March came in like a lion and exited like a rhino stampede. It started with the call that my sister who was planning an at home natural child birth had to rush to the hospital. The updates were sparse, her platelet levels were dangerously low, her organs were in danger of shutting down and the baby would have to be taken by c-section immediately. She was suffering from HELP, which I had to look up, but it's like severe pre-eclamsia. The hardest part was being hundreds of miles away with no knowledge of the situation and no way of finding out. After the fact we found out the dire nature of things, basically my sister almost died. Once she had recovered one of her nurses told her she thought for sure she was going to die. Fortunately, both she and the baby came out the other side healthy.

Editor's note:
This was written after my father in law had passed away in March, and I saw the old friend in Phoenix in April a second time, only to have him die 2 weeks later. It was before we found out about J needing surgery again.