Death. What a mother fucker.
Sean's uncle died today. I feel so helpless. My only ideas of death come from chickens being eaten and cats being given the lethal injection for no particular crime. I cannot even begin to understand what he's going through. I spoke to him on the phone earlier (when he told me the news) and I couldn't seem to say anything more constructive than 'I'm so sorry' and 'Give my love to your family'. All I want now, more than anything, is to be with him. To give him a big hug & make him feel better. But obviously his family need him as he needs them, & I don't want to get in the way of that.
It's a cheesy thing to say but death really does make you realise just how short and precious life is. I feel we need to, for want of better words 'live every day like it's your last' and really appreciate those around us. Make the most of the time we have.
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