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Jul. 23rd, 2012 11:55 pmSo, 28 degrees (C) and a pellucidly blue sky all day. Fabulous, if you like that sort of thing.
We went to the funeral of one of the girls I shared a house with after leaving college. She was just a couple of years older than me, and died of cancer, leaving her younger child not yet out of school. We weren't particularly close - I last met her at a mutual friend's 50th birthday party about three years ago - but I'll never see her smile again. Death feels so much worse when it hits at the wrong generation.
It's also the fourth anniversary of my father's death, today. I still miss his voice, but I no longer wish I'd told him how angry his mistakes made me.
We went to the funeral of one of the girls I shared a house with after leaving college. She was just a couple of years older than me, and died of cancer, leaving her younger child not yet out of school. We weren't particularly close - I last met her at a mutual friend's 50th birthday party about three years ago - but I'll never see her smile again. Death feels so much worse when it hits at the wrong generation.
It's also the fourth anniversary of my father's death, today. I still miss his voice, but I no longer wish I'd told him how angry his mistakes made me.