Life is short

Candles

Yesterday, someone I went to school with passed away. This is actually already the second death of a person from our year group this year (and we’re not even 40 yet!), but the first was someone I never had much to do with. This woman is someone I hung around with in sixth form… I helped her get together with a boy she liked, who she later went on to marry and have children with. He’s now her widower, which is so weird to type. I knew she had been in hospital recently, but just a week ago, in response to someone offering to visit, she said she would be going home the next morning. From comments, I see that people who are in regular contact with her thought she had been getting better.

I don’t want to hijack her family and friends’ grief, which is why I’m posting on my blog (which, as far as I know, only one person from school actually knows about – and she wasn’t in our year). Having left that town as quickly as I could after high school, I hadn’t actually spoken to this girl in person since leaving sixth form, so I can’t claim to be devastated by her death. I was, however, shocked to read about it. We communicated occasionally on Facebook. I enjoyed looking at her photos of her (still quite young) children. So for her to just suddenly be gone, after such a short illness, has really brought home to me how short life is and that we really do never know what’s just around the corner. I may not have everything I want in life, but I am alive and I am healthy. It shouldn’t take the loss of someone else to remind me of that.

I wanted to insert some meaningful quote here, but I can neither think of nor find one, so I will just leave it at that. Life is precious, friends. Don’t take it for granted.