You Never Know

I found out my friend lost her mother to a drug overdose last night. I don't even know where to start. My heart aches for her. She hasn't had the stereotypical platonic family ever in her life, as far as I know. And with all the trials she's been through she still has a solid head on her shoulders and a pretty face to boot. But losing a mom...this has gone too far.

Selfish me, I immediately began to put myself in her shoes. How would I feel if I knew I would never get to see my mom again? Never get another hug. Never call her to spill my week, even the dull and boring and never get turned away. How would I cope? How would I get up in the morning? I don't know that I would.

Eventually, of course, everyone must die. But not now. Not so soon. And my friend is two years younger than me to top it all off. Her mother will never see her high school graduation. She'll never see her daughter turn eighteen. How is that fair? How is that fair to my friend?

It's not. It's not okay. And if my mother ever did that to me I would hate her for it. But I know that no matter how much hate I would be able to muster it would be a grain of sand compared to the beach that just wanted her back.

Death is a part of life. It has it's time, it's place. And yesterday was not it. I will hold my shoulders a little lower today. Because more tragic than the woman that lost her life is the girl that lost a mother.