Last night I received some very upsetting news that a dear friend had passed away yesterday. The news utterly shocked me. It is so hard to believe and accept that someone only 2 years older than myself has passed on.
In the past year about 5 of my friends from my hometown have died. I keep thinking I’m lucky to have left when I did.
It’s just all so surreal. The young are seen as defying death and the fearless. Death can’t touch us. But I guess that’s just it. Death can touch anyone at any time. We can never know for sure that we will in fact see tomorrow. Isn’t that absolutely terrifying, and slightly liberating at the same time?