I am 45 now and I remember a kid we knew in Year 7 who died...he would have been 13 yrs old.
Its only now that I truly appreciate all these years later what a life he missed out on.
It's sad isn't it.
A kid in our school went away for Xmas holidays to visit his Dad; his Mum was a relief teacher at our school. Anyway, during the holidays, John (I won't write his surname), who was 10 or 11, was killed in his Dad's truck when it crashed. This was 1979/80.
Another girl at our small high school died of Leukemia when she was 15.
When I was 8 or 9, a favourite Uncle died. That hurt pretty bad. He was just the best man ever, his presence was all-encompassing.
I think these early experienced left their impact on me.
We're all touched by death, especially the spectre of untimely ones.
A mate was telling me recently his grandfather who, just before his death in his late 80s, commented on how long it took him to get to that age yet how fast time really is in the context of our human experience.
For me, I cherish every single day I exist, and I hope that others whose orbit I have the privilege of experiencing, can do likewise.








