Loss

I know as I get older I will see more and more classmates passing away. It is an inevitability of aging, but if each loss is going to be as painful to bear as the last, I'm not quite sure how one manages.

She is the first to go, as far as I am aware, and the tragic nature of it, the fact that we had so much in common, and daughters around the same age, it puts life in perspective. I had planned on blogging today about not putting your life on hold, not waiting for the 'right time' or 'your time' to live, but I'm in shock about the whole thing.

And I'm furious that her daughter's father is a freaking shmuck, that poor 16 month old girl is basically an orphan because her father will never step up and take care of her.

I'm heartbroken and depressed and angry, but grateful her baby girl is okay. I know she'll be taken care of, but I panic thinking of leaving Taryn before my time. One small mistake and it's over. There is no restart in life. This, right here, is all we have. We lost a classmare and a friend, Angela gained a guardian angel.

Rest in Peace, Liz.