Yesterday received the news of the passing of yet another friend of mine. This time a beautiful and kind 30-year-old girl. She’s the latest in a long string of deaths I’ve witnessed over the past twenty years. Grim Reaper had already harvested half of my nuclear family, and many close friends, friends and acquaintances over the years.
Up till yesterday I thought I’d become immune to this. I thought I’d already started to treat it more matter-of-factly than everyone I know. But this isn’t what happened.
In two days I’m supposed to be flying to Tbilisi, Georgia, for a long-awaited vacation of six days; something I’ve lusted after for years. I was happy and excited about the trip, and couldn’t stop thinking about everything I was going to do. Now I can barely get out of the house for work.
I’ve got no one and nothing to turn to.