It's been a strange week. One of those weeks, where everything you think is going to go wrong does, but in a way you've not planned for, so much for contingencies, and then boom, reality sets in... at a time when I'm wondering what I'm going to do with myself, I've heard of the death of two very young people. One in their early thirties leaves a very young son behind and another, in their forties, apparently suddenly, also leaving child. It's shocking, being in my late thirties myself, I still feel 17 and although what I see in the mirror and try and wrestle into some modicum of control before leaving the house, shows me I'm not, I know, quite rightly that it should not be my time yet. Thinking of people so close to me in age that have died, (I hate the expression pass away, they have died, they have gone whatever your belief system and or faith teaches you, right now, they are not here) completely flabbergasts me. It is a stark thing to have mortality shoved right at the front of your thoughts "Here you are! I know you've got lots to occupy you, I just thought you could cope with this too!" Somehow I think that the only way forward, to honour those taken far too bloody soon is to live, remember, and don't take anything for granted, you never know when you'll be gone too, leaving others to learn the same brutal lesson.
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