Real Spill: Life is short
Some years ago I wrote about nearly deleting my FaceBook page for good.
A former classmate of mine, 15 month old son died in a car accident. As a mom, it was heartbreaking for me. Can’t imagine what her and his father went through.
Time went on and she and her husband recovered. After what appeared to be a years long hiatus, she began reposting again. Seeing her out, living her life, smiling again made me smile. But deep down I knew she remained heartbroken through the photos of her and her husbands smiles in their travels.
We walked the middle and high school stages together eons ago. Honestly, she still looked the same present day. Same sweet face and smile.
Last week, I logged on FaceBook for the first time in a month. For some reason, our high school class page caught my attention.
After a couple scrolls I saw the unthinkable. A fellow classmate posted her funeral program. She had passed a month prior.
Shock. Sadness. Emotions of disbelief overcame me.
How? Why?
Damn.
At 43,44 years old this isn’t supposed to happen I thought. She had soo much more life to live. Hell, we all do as long as we wake.
I texted a former classmate for any info. He said she’d passed in her sleep.
‘Gone way too soon’, is what the caption on the post said. I agree. Her life was cut short, while her son’s was way shorter.
I guess God said it was time for them to be back together.
Rest well, Robin.
