There was a time when all the invites
Were to weddings and christenings,
And before that, bloody hell
Do you remember the sweet sixteens?
And now the funerals slowly trickle in,
Rare, but appearing more, and it scares
The living daylights out of us
That feel ourselves, crawling to the grave.
Sorry for a bit of a dark one today, but I am starting to notice that the weddings are drying up. And, thank the Lord, I’ve not lost any close friends, but I’m noticing that actresses and musicians that I grew up loving are slowly starting to leave this life.
This week we lost Paul O’Grady, who was the same age as my dad, which is quite a scary one. And then, today the news broke that Paul from S Club 7 passed away yesterday.
I’ve found myself worrying more and more that I’ll ‘run out of time’ before I’ve had time to do anything of note, and seeing these people dying, not much older than me, does nothing for my nerves.
We hope for a long and exciting life, but sometimes that is snatched away from us. As cliche as it sounds, you really do have to grab life by the balls – you might get hit by a bus tomorrow.
Much Love
Rachel xx
Margot Kinberg
We are never promised tomorrow, Rachel, and I agree that’s a scary thought. That’s, I think, why we have to enjoy the little things of each day – you know, a good cuppa, a good laugh at something on TV or at a joke, that sort of thing. We keep moving on in life, and that doesn’t stop, so we might as well try to look forward to the time we have, if that makes sense.
Greg Dennison
That’s so true.
I lost my uncle a few weeks ago (“Uncle Darrell” from DLTDGB, “Cousin Rick and Miranda”‘s dad). He wasn’t young, but he was the same age as my parents, early 70s. He didn’t take good care of his body… maybe that should be a lesson to me as I get older :\