Yesterday I learned that the daughter of friends of ours died in her sleep. I remember when she was born. We saw her in the hospital in her little blanket all bundled up. Her parents are wonderful people with whom we had many fun times and who also helped us out when we needed extra hands. She was twenty years old, if memory is correct. She just died in her sleep. She had her whole adult life ahead of her. She was healthy and smart and vibrant. I don't know how you carry on after something like that.
My heart is breaking for her, for her parents, for her brother, and her friends.
I came home from work and hugged my son. I contacted my daughter. My daughter, who is close in age and away from home as well, who I don't say goodnight to every night now, who I don't see when she wakes up in the morning, but who I just assume will be fine each day.
We must go to the funeral, but I am also dreading the funeral. The pain will be palpable.
I want to put my own two children (can I even call them children anymore?) in a bubble and make sure no harm ever comes to them. I know that isn't possible.
It's just so tragic. I don't even know if I should post this. I feel selfish in my own grief.