well, hell

Well this has been a bugger of day.

I read on Facebook of the passing of a friend's partner. She was young, and left a young son. It's tragic and senseless and sad; a respiratory infection that mutated into pneumonia. I'm having a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that people can die of pneumonia in this age of modern medicine, hospitals, drugs and machines that go ping.

I hate that someone I like a lot is living the meaning of the word bereft.

I remember the look on my father's face after my mother's funeral, after everyone had left. That look of loss and horror at the prospect of living without her taught me what the word looks like. The look was a foretelling of how I might feel on the day I am left behind.

But that day is not today, and while I grieve for Kelly's loss I also hold my beloved tight and hope that it is still a long way off.

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