Thirty-one. Thirty-one always seemed like the right age to die. Not too old: people will still mourn your youth, the beautiful years of life you had in front of you. Not too young, though. Not young enough to have “barely begun to live.” If you’re too young, you don’t know what you’re giving up. If…
Loss is one of the few things in life you don’t become desensitized to with repeat exposure. When you lay in the sun day after day, you develop a tan – your body’s natural resistance to the sun’s rays. (And skin cancer, of course, but that’s another story.) When you tweeze your eyebrows continuously, seeking…
Today marks a week since my husband and I lost our close friend, Greg Asphaugh. He was only 26 years old. His whole life stood before him. To take my mind off of the events of the past week, I decided to sit down and finally finish Jitterbug Perfume, by Tom Robbins, which I had…
My husband and I found out that one of our closest friends died in an accident on his motorcycle last night. He was doing all the right things. Wore his helmet and protective gear. Wasn’t speeding. Hadn’t been drinking. The other car just didn’t see him. Per the official report, she “failed to yield to…
I just learned a few moments ago that the girlfriend of my husband’s friend passed away in her sleep last night. She was 29 years old. I didn’t know her very well, having only met her on a few occasions when we were invited over for a party or vice versa, when they came to…
Victoria Elizabeth Ann 