Life is a cruel joke.

Does anyone remember that old song that says “I dont want to start and blasphemous rumors but I think that God has a sick sense of humor and when I die I expect to find him laughing.” Sometimes I think he was on to something.
In the past year life has been such a damn roller coaster. In Jan of last year my father had a stroke (alone in his home) and I had to put him in hospice and he died 2 weeks later. I went to his home and found where he had dragged himself around the house covered in feces and clean it up. Had to make his arrangements to be cremated and still haven’t done anything with his ashes.
A month later my daughter tells me she is going to have a baby (great news) then 2 months later we find out my pregnant daughter has cancer. Kidney cancer. First she wants to wait until the baby is born to have it removed but it starts growing so big and so fast that it will kill her if she waits. At 5 months pregnant she has the kidney removed and they think they got it all but we wont know for sure until after the baby is born. Baby is delivered by c section last month but we are still waiting until she heals before they can to the testing she needs.
When the hell does life get better? I’m still waiting, Ive been waiting most of my life. Seems that years like this last one happen way to often, though I wont bore you all with the many other tales.
Funny I still have hope. Even though you would think year after year of life’s crap would make me realize it doesn’t get better it just lifts you up to slam you down harder later.