But the thought still makes my blood run cold.
What is it about death that makes us so still? I literally feel like I’m the stationary item on the conveyor belt being pulled unwillingly along. Like time’s soldiers have hauled me into the march.
Yesterday, our friend died. He was only 27.
When a person that young dies of a heart attack it constitutes a tragedy. He went to bed and never woke up…He leaves behind his young wife and son.
You will meet very few people in your life whose passing will not only affect your life but the life of all your friends and family. I don’t know a person who didn’t love him and I don’t know another person in my life who I can say that about.
He was one of those people who always kept their heads above water and who found a solution to his problems. I hope he got to teach enough people about this before he died; about how not to let yourself be defeated.
Our conversations were hardly serious though. He had such a quick and clever sense of humour which resulted in great banter whenever we were in the same company. In fact almost all my memories of him are of us laughing.
From where I was standing it always looked like he sold himself short and that life was harder for him than the rest of us (even though he did his best to hide this). I hope that the doors that were closed on earth will open for him in the afterlife and the opportunities that never came around will be waiting for him there.
Take the rest that you deserve.
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