Apr 26, 2006 13:14
I just got a call from my sister who works at Tyler Junior College, where I transfered from. She told me that one of my theatre teachers lost her son lastnight. He died in his sleep. He was in his late twenties.
I just saw him during Easter Break, and he was doing great. He has been sick ever since he was young and the past few years has been having seizures. He had surgury a few months ago and has been off medication the past month. He was healthy and doing well. When I saw him, he was playing soccer.
This came as a complete surprise and I actually don't know what to think right now. I want to drive home, and hug Jacque, my professor, and tell her that I'm sorry and that I love her. But I can't. It makes me realize that I can't take for granted anything. I can't just assume that all will be fine forever.
So to everyone who reads this, know that I'm thankful to know you and to be your friend. And when you read this, tell everyone who you love just that - that you love them.