We are never ready for death. It is always a shock. Always. Even when it is inevitable due to a terminal condition, the final moment is still a jolt. So you can imagine just how bad it is when it snatches someone you love just like that. Just like that. One minute to the next. No warning, no sign, no avoidance. It bites. It’s rough. But it happens anyway.
One of my friends passed away yesterday. Just read about it 40 minutes ago and am still in shock. I can’t believe it. I just can’t believe it. She can’t be gone yet, not yet. If I feel this bad, what about her family? Her other friends? Right now there’s a ripple of disbelief going through our circle.
Why do we have death? Why do our loved ones die? My sister says it’s because man is appointed to do so, but that we draw solace from those we have left with us. Comforting yes, but it doesn’t erase the pain. Nothing can. I guess all you can do is try to ease it and hope for the best.
Rest in eternal peace, my friend. You were taken from us far too soon. We love you. We miss you. You will always be remembered and celebrated. Always.