I hope no one minds me posting this since it's nothing to do with writing, but my sister passed away this morning. It was completely unexpected; she was only three years older than me and not suffering from any serious illness although unwell enough to be admitted to hospital last night for observation. From what I can gather she collapsed at six this morning and by the time her husband had been contacted and got there she had gone. No one knows exactly what killed her, so we have to wait for an autopsy.
I just feel completely gutted. She was my friend as well as my sister, probably the family member I was closest to. Although we lived a long distance apart we talked regularly on the phone. It's hard to take in the fact that she isn't there any more. Now I'm replaying our last conversation and wishing I'd said this, or done that. Why don't we appreciate people while they are alive? I wish I'd had more time for her, but now it's too late.