Monday, April 04, 2005

Life

My boss died about three months ago. Now I am filling his place, sitting where he sat, attending the meetings he attended, and making the decisions he would have normally made. He was only 56 and it was only a month after I had last seen him that his life was taken away from him. Only one month, just before the Christmas Holidays, he was here walking, breathing, laughing... I have known a few people who have died and it always feels the same. The cold hands of surreality covering you head like a thick wet blanket. And it makes you think about how fragile life really is and how it can be taken away from you without a second thought. All we can do is pray, I suppose. Hope that everyday of our lives counts for something; that we are happy and make those around us happy.