A friend of mine came home from work this morning to find his wife slumped dead on the couch. Their four year old daughter was sleeping on the couch with her. The only thing they know is that the little girl said her Mom bumped her head sometime last night, and laid down on the couch with her, and she was gone. They won't know the actual cause of death until the autopsy. She was only 30.
I've been thinking about it all day long. I met her a few times, went to their wedding, she was a nice lady. Her daughter will grow up to have only the haziest of memories of her (if that). Death doesn't care about those things, it takes you whether you are ready or not, no matter how much you have left to do, or see, or know, or who you leave behind. You could close your eyes at any moment and that moment is the end of you.
My friend's had a pretty tough few years, but things were starting to look up for him the past year or so. My other friend, his brother, said he had to pick him up off the floor when he got there, he was just cold all over and shaking. Death doesn't care about that, either.
I normally stay away from any personal shit on the internet, but right now I'm outraged and my chest feels like a furnace and there's nothing for me to punch. Hang on to what you hold dear, it could quite literally be taken from you within seconds. It's a shitty, unfair world.
