eat, drink, and be merry for tomorrow we die

This week D has gotten bad news regarding two people he was friends with back in the day who have died way too young. I can see him struggling with how to accept that this can happen to people his age. After all, death is something that happens when you’re much older, under the “proper” circumstances. You’re born, you live, you grow old, you die. That’s how it’s supposed to work.

We never know when we will go or when a loved one will be snatched from us. If you want to do something, do it now. If you love someone, tell them. Be who you want to be right fucking now. Because life is short but sweet for certain.

I love you, David. Always & forever. I’m sorry for your losses. xoxo