I have been lucky. I have lived nearly 35 years without having anyone pass away. Yes, my Grandparents, and I miss them dearly. My granddad with his twinkly blue eyes and my beautiful Grannie who laughed a lot. But I mean friends, people of my generation. People that are not supposed to die. The People that I am supposed to grow old and grey with. Everyone has them, you know, the friends that you shared amazing moments with but life took you in different directions. The friends that put a big smile on your face when an email pops up and you haven’t spoken to them in a while.
Today I was not feeling so lucky. I woke up this morning to an email that an old friend, Laura, from back in Scotland had left us.
Laura was continually handed the shitty stick with her health but yet that girl never seemed to bat an eyelid. She took all knocks in her stride and stuck the finger up to the reaper. I actually thought that she may be invincible.
Tears have been filling my eyes at the smallest of tasks today. Making porridge and thinking “Laura will never make porridge again”. Then while out getting a Christmas tree, I couldn’t help but think that if only she could have had one more Christmas…
I have been sitting at this computer for hours now struggling to find the words that fit how I and many others felt for this completely remarkable human being.
Laura, thank you for just being. It really was a joy to have known you, even from a distance you had the ability to make me smile. Your memory, although tainted with sadness just now will ebb and turn back into smiles again.
Sleep well lassie!