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It's a bit sad in our house today. My cousin died this morning.
We weren't close - although we live(d) on the same estate just a few hundred yards apart, we hadn't seen each other for a few years, until last week. Even then I only saw her long enough to say "hello" and "goodbye".
She'd had her share of problems. Was a mum at a young age, two of her four kids have had kids of their own, even though none of them are yet 16. She had drug problems - and I mean hard drugs such as Crack, not just the odd spliff.
She was quite stunning looking, until the last few years when the drugs started to take their toll. She lost a lot of weight, and was very pale skinned - nothing like I'd remembered her, but exactly as other family members had described her recently.
Needless to say, most people who knew her thought that one day she would kill herself with an overdose, and that was the first thing that went through our minds when we heard the news this morning. But that wasn't what had happened at all.
Last night she went out with some friends. They were driving home this morning somewhere around 8am, when - apparently - the driver fell asleep at the wheel, while on a main road through town, about 3 miles from home.
The car crashed into the wall of a pub which I've been to many times. Everyone else is apparently okay, but she died at the scene. At 32, she was just a few months older than me.
So as I said, it never ends the way you think it will.
It would be hypocritical to say that I'm in floods of tears, because I'm not. As I said, I hardly ever saw her, and never really knew her. But it's saddening, all the same. Someone survives all that, and then goes out like this. Makes you wonder.
You never think, when you see or speak to someone, that it could be the last time you ever see them. To me it seems odd that I saw her last week for the first time in years, and now she's gone for good. I won't go into details here, but there were some unusual circumstances which led to us seeing each other on that particular day. It just seems so spooky.
I'm not a religious person at all, but maybe it was just fate? Too much happened for it to be just pure chance - I'm sure of that.
Still, that's my little sad story for the day.
Rest in peace, Jo.
We weren't close - although we live(d) on the same estate just a few hundred yards apart, we hadn't seen each other for a few years, until last week. Even then I only saw her long enough to say "hello" and "goodbye".
She'd had her share of problems. Was a mum at a young age, two of her four kids have had kids of their own, even though none of them are yet 16. She had drug problems - and I mean hard drugs such as Crack, not just the odd spliff.
She was quite stunning looking, until the last few years when the drugs started to take their toll. She lost a lot of weight, and was very pale skinned - nothing like I'd remembered her, but exactly as other family members had described her recently.
Needless to say, most people who knew her thought that one day she would kill herself with an overdose, and that was the first thing that went through our minds when we heard the news this morning. But that wasn't what had happened at all.
Last night she went out with some friends. They were driving home this morning somewhere around 8am, when - apparently - the driver fell asleep at the wheel, while on a main road through town, about 3 miles from home.
The car crashed into the wall of a pub which I've been to many times. Everyone else is apparently okay, but she died at the scene. At 32, she was just a few months older than me.
So as I said, it never ends the way you think it will.
It would be hypocritical to say that I'm in floods of tears, because I'm not. As I said, I hardly ever saw her, and never really knew her. But it's saddening, all the same. Someone survives all that, and then goes out like this. Makes you wonder.
You never think, when you see or speak to someone, that it could be the last time you ever see them. To me it seems odd that I saw her last week for the first time in years, and now she's gone for good. I won't go into details here, but there were some unusual circumstances which led to us seeing each other on that particular day. It just seems so spooky.
I'm not a religious person at all, but maybe it was just fate? Too much happened for it to be just pure chance - I'm sure of that.
Still, that's my little sad story for the day.
Rest in peace, Jo.
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I know what the point was, the same thing happended with my Grandma. Well not exactly the same.
She had cancer, I knew she was going to die, one night my mam came in and told me she had died about an hour ago, I said OK and fall back asleep, I loved my Grandma but to tell the truth we was never cloe enough. I was more upset when I had my first dog put down.
She had cancer, I knew she was going to die, one night my mam came in and told me she had died about an hour ago, I said OK and fall back asleep, I loved my Grandma but to tell the truth we was never cloe enough. I was more upset when I had my first dog put down.
The craziest Col! wrote:
> If you ddin't talk to her that much it won't affect you.
thats rubbish, there was a guy my age who lived across the road, I rarely if ever spoke to him. he died of cancer. it still affected me, it is a strange feeling to know you'll never see someone again, whoever they are.
> If you ddin't talk to her that much it won't affect you.
thats rubbish, there was a guy my age who lived across the road, I rarely if ever spoke to him. he died of cancer. it still affected me, it is a strange feeling to know you'll never see someone again, whoever they are.
Wow, talk about missing the point, dude!
If you ddin't talk to her that much it won't affect you.
sorry to hear that WM, hope you and your family can find the strength to get through this very difficult time.
I don't know if I believe in fate or not, but I do believe that when it's your time to go, it's your time to go. there is little you can do about it, life deals us cards and we have to do the best with them we can.
My condolences and I'm glad you shared it with us.
I don't know if I believe in fate or not, but I do believe that when it's your time to go, it's your time to go. there is little you can do about it, life deals us cards and we have to do the best with them we can.
My condolences and I'm glad you shared it with us.
It's a bit sad in our house today. My cousin died this morning.
We weren't close - although we live(d) on the same estate just a few hundred yards apart, we hadn't seen each other for a few years, until last week. Even then I only saw her long enough to say "hello" and "goodbye".
She'd had her share of problems. Was a mum at a young age, two of her four kids have had kids of their own, even though none of them are yet 16. She had drug problems - and I mean hard drugs such as Crack, not just the odd spliff.
She was quite stunning looking, until the last few years when the drugs started to take their toll. She lost a lot of weight, and was very pale skinned - nothing like I'd remembered her, but exactly as other family members had described her recently.
Needless to say, most people who knew her thought that one day she would kill herself with an overdose, and that was the first thing that went through our minds when we heard the news this morning. But that wasn't what had happened at all.
Last night she went out with some friends. They were driving home this morning somewhere around 8am, when - apparently - the driver fell asleep at the wheel, while on a main road through town, about 3 miles from home.
The car crashed into the wall of a pub which I've been to many times. Everyone else is apparently okay, but she died at the scene. At 32, she was just a few months older than me.
So as I said, it never ends the way you think it will.
It would be hypocritical to say that I'm in floods of tears, because I'm not. As I said, I hardly ever saw her, and never really knew her. But it's saddening, all the same. Someone survives all that, and then goes out like this. Makes you wonder.
You never think, when you see or speak to someone, that it could be the last time you ever see them. To me it seems odd that I saw her last week for the first time in years, and now she's gone for good. I won't go into details here, but there were some unusual circumstances which led to us seeing each other on that particular day. It just seems so spooky.
I'm not a religious person at all, but maybe it was just fate? Too much happened for it to be just pure chance - I'm sure of that.
Still, that's my little sad story for the day.
Rest in peace, Jo.
We weren't close - although we live(d) on the same estate just a few hundred yards apart, we hadn't seen each other for a few years, until last week. Even then I only saw her long enough to say "hello" and "goodbye".
She'd had her share of problems. Was a mum at a young age, two of her four kids have had kids of their own, even though none of them are yet 16. She had drug problems - and I mean hard drugs such as Crack, not just the odd spliff.
She was quite stunning looking, until the last few years when the drugs started to take their toll. She lost a lot of weight, and was very pale skinned - nothing like I'd remembered her, but exactly as other family members had described her recently.
Needless to say, most people who knew her thought that one day she would kill herself with an overdose, and that was the first thing that went through our minds when we heard the news this morning. But that wasn't what had happened at all.
Last night she went out with some friends. They were driving home this morning somewhere around 8am, when - apparently - the driver fell asleep at the wheel, while on a main road through town, about 3 miles from home.
The car crashed into the wall of a pub which I've been to many times. Everyone else is apparently okay, but she died at the scene. At 32, she was just a few months older than me.
So as I said, it never ends the way you think it will.
It would be hypocritical to say that I'm in floods of tears, because I'm not. As I said, I hardly ever saw her, and never really knew her. But it's saddening, all the same. Someone survives all that, and then goes out like this. Makes you wonder.
You never think, when you see or speak to someone, that it could be the last time you ever see them. To me it seems odd that I saw her last week for the first time in years, and now she's gone for good. I won't go into details here, but there were some unusual circumstances which led to us seeing each other on that particular day. It just seems so spooky.
I'm not a religious person at all, but maybe it was just fate? Too much happened for it to be just pure chance - I'm sure of that.
Still, that's my little sad story for the day.
Rest in peace, Jo.
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