This morning a friend of mine passed away. She had been battling cancer for many years and yet her sudden death was a surprise to me. I hadn’t said goodbye.
She leaves behind a daughter, the same age as Bean. The thought of leaving Bean so young, so vulnerable and so undeveloped is horrific to me. I know that in the coming months and years, we will pull together to try to support this bereaved and broken family, that we will try to make up for the loss of a mother, and I also know that it will never really work, nor would we truly want it to.
I know that for my friend though, life carries on, in some form, though we know not how or where. She has been cruelly snatched from her family for some other purpose, and that while her life here has ended, another life is beginning.