The world lost one of its genuinely beautiful people today... and the lives of several of those close to mine will be much the poorer for it.
N was a woman who walked through this world with a grace that few manage. I'm sure she never crossed paths with anyone who didn't instantly like her. She and her husband H, a man I've had a special affection for since the first time we met, were just on the verge of finally having the time to enjoy life and each other.... something they deserved and had worked lifetimes toward.
But her time ran out. In a matter of months.... weeks that flew by all too fast, she's gone.
And my heart is breaking for him.
It's just so wrong... so unfair that her thread was cut so early - way too young. I'll never be able to understand the injustices of life that allow someone like her... someone so beautiful, to be taken like that.
She's gone and he's alone. When they should be planning vacations and dining with friends. Relaxing together and travelling, enjoying the fruits of a life well spent.
H and N were, are, good friends with my parents. We were friendly, but a generation removed from being good friends ourselves. Still, there was something about them.... something in H that reminded me of the best qualities in my Dad... something that made me like him the minute we were introduced six years ago. He and his wife, N, were perfect together. She was warm and welcoming and kind - and everyone loved her.
I can't help comparing them, and where they were in their lives, to my own parents. Maybe that's why this is hitting me so hard.
I'm grieving. For myself, for my parents who've lost a dear friend.... but mostly for H, the man left behind when her light went out so unexpectedly.
She spent her final days planning her own funeral... never once complaining about her own fate - just worried about how her passing would hurt him.
Why does it always seem like the brightest lights are the ones that burn out too soon?
My head hurts with it all... but not nearly as much as my heart.
Seventeen by Ree
3 hours ago