Just over two years ago, I posted on Cheryll’s death – now that some time has passed, I’m going to use her real name – and how it impacted me. I’m somewhat proud of that post; I’ve been told it was unprofessional to add to my blog, but I felt I captured
That post has been on my mind because it’s happened again.
I know I have so much to catch up on including writing a post about the conference I was at last week. In the hectic rush of presentation preparations, networking events and a lost bag, I missed something important in my Facebook feed. A childhood friend had died in his sleep.
I don’t really know what to say. I have many childhood memories,
We’d drifted apart, but he added me on Facebook a few years ago. And he carried on as if the distance of time meant very little – I was still his friend.
I suppose as time goes on, this will happen more. Old friends, people who’ve touched your life, will pass away.
But it will never be normal.