A friend of mine died yesterday

This morning I got a phone call, and a good friend of mine has died overnight…he was only 25, and he was very ill with Krohn’s disease, but nonetheless nobody expected him to die so suddenly.

My first instinctive reaction though was not grief but envy, and then just despair at the injustice of this all, I desperately want to die and can’t, and this young man was so full of energy and wanted to live so much, and yet he had to die.

Now I cry for all those reasons, loosing him as a friend, crying with his mother, who lost her only son, and who is one of my closest friends, and crying for myself, because seeing how much grief this death has caused makes it even less possible to do this to my family.