Tonight I went over a friend's house tonight to celebrate the election and got a phone call from one of my girlfriends, her voice sounding shaky. "[spleeness], please call me as soon as you get this."
She never does that. I called her back right away, worried that either her sister took a turn for the worst or that some other horrible thing happened. But it was exactly what I feared. Her sis, her beautiful and lovely younger sister, lost a battle with cancer at only 31. Talk about being too young. I was shocked. I shouldn't have been, I knew she had been sick, but still. I didn't expect this. Not now.
I got off the phone and started getting ready to leave. But as I was telling my friends why I was taking off, I suddenly began to cry. They hugged me and said all the right things but I was still mortified: I hate crying in public. I'm not normally the kind of person who reaches out when sad, I'd much rather deal with things in my own quiet way.
I got into the car thinking about Laura, my girlfriend's sister. How she was too young, how her newborn baby wouldn't get to know his momma and how her own parents must be dealing with losing a child. The world should stop for a moment when there's a tragedy. For me it stops now.
“Love is stronger than death even though it can't stop death from happening, but no matter how hard death tries it can't separate people from love. It can't take away our memories either. In the end, life is stronger than death.” ~unknown.