Death.

It was 8am in the morning. I was blurry-eyed and I had half an hour until I needed to catch my bus to work. I’d overslept. Again. I grabbed my phone as though I had all the time in the world (an illusion I am guilty of living under every single day) and I noticed I had a message on the¬†Facebook page for my blog. It was from the husband of a friend to tell me she had died. Continue reading Death.