Get some real problems!!

I keep going back to a comment my sister said to me back during the summer during a pretty heated argument. She told me to “get some real problems”. She didn’t know it at the time, but I was just pregnant with Logan. I keep thinking about her words. I know she didn’t mean anything by them other than at the time she felt like my life was perfect and hers was full of problems. But the thing is, my life was perfect. I really didn’t have any problems. I had a beautiful daughter, a great husband, a nice home, a dog, decent health…I didn’t have any real problems. Occasionally my basement leaks, the cars need minor repairs…you know, everyday sort of common problems that everyone has. And now all I can think about is that I have a huge problem. My son died. And those words echo through my obsessive mind everyday. “Get some real problems”…and then I did.