Woke up this morning feeling glum and depressed. I found out yesterday that someone I met at Fantasm a year ago died over the weekend. He drowned while on an outing. Just one of those freak accidents that you can’t explain and never expect. I didn’t know this person well, but from my brief association with him, he made a striking impression on me. He was sweet and funny, and full of life and energy. You could see it in him, his enthusiasm and his wicked sense of humor. I quite liked him and I’m stunned and shocked that he’s gone. I’m also exceptionally saddened that I didn’t get to know him better. I meant to, but I thought it was just one of those things that could happen in the fullness of time. Except time has stopped for him now, and all my opportunities to cobble a friendship with him are gone.
I don’t like death.
Going to go hug Matthew now.
Be sure to hug Hobkin too!
Definitely! Nothing like squeezing a warm fuzzy animal to make things a little brighter.
Yep. Life is funny that way. Here now, gone tomorrow.
Sucks, but true.
I’m really sorry, Eugie =0( *hugs*
Thanks. *hugs back*
Sad news, Eugie. I’m sorry for your loss – especially under such tragic circumstances…
Your thoughts remind me of those times I wake up in the middle of the night with an inexplicable, complete awareness of my mortality. Death is such a thief. The only thing it’s good for is making you truly appreciate those still alive.
Here’s a big electronic hug!
Thank you. It’s the suddenness which is so very startling.