The Sadness of Death
A friend of mine just died. Her name was Terry Winters. We never got to meet, for we only just 'met' a few months ago, and she was away in England at the time. We had made plans to finally meet around my birthday, in May, when she would be back. My birthday is yet to come, and we shall never meet. It is a sad thing to happen.
It makes me ache. We had plans, actual plans, and things, not just ideas, and she is now gone.
I cried a lot. I have stopped crying now, and I feel bad, but the tears aren't coming up, so I'm not crying.
I was going to pray for her in Church tomorrow. I was going to ask for a prayer for her, from everyone present. Instead, I'm going to pray for her brother, and her family, and that they live through their loss.
She was my friend, and I loved her, but they have for so much longer. It is very much harder on them.
I called up all my friends, to be sure they are still alive. I called four, and two answered. I know one is busy, but the other, I don't know. She's probably okay. The worst that might happen is she broke something, again. Alex has broken several bones several times. She's a klutz, and that is an understatement.
I am actually happy. Not that Terry died, but that it was Terry, rather than someone closer. I suppose it isn't happy. Maybe thankful. For, if someone had to die, I'd rather it be a friend that I have yet to meet and fully attach myself to.
It doesn't stop the sadness though. It also doesn't stop life.
*sigh*
Oh, and the icon is because Terry was a nymphomaniac. Heh. It's my little attempt at humor.
It makes me ache. We had plans, actual plans, and things, not just ideas, and she is now gone.
I cried a lot. I have stopped crying now, and I feel bad, but the tears aren't coming up, so I'm not crying.
I was going to pray for her in Church tomorrow. I was going to ask for a prayer for her, from everyone present. Instead, I'm going to pray for her brother, and her family, and that they live through their loss.
She was my friend, and I loved her, but they have for so much longer. It is very much harder on them.
I called up all my friends, to be sure they are still alive. I called four, and two answered. I know one is busy, but the other, I don't know. She's probably okay. The worst that might happen is she broke something, again. Alex has broken several bones several times. She's a klutz, and that is an understatement.
I am actually happy. Not that Terry died, but that it was Terry, rather than someone closer. I suppose it isn't happy. Maybe thankful. For, if someone had to die, I'd rather it be a friend that I have yet to meet and fully attach myself to.
It doesn't stop the sadness though. It also doesn't stop life.
*sigh*
Oh, and the icon is because Terry was a nymphomaniac. Heh. It's my little attempt at humor.