Tuesday, 15 October 2013

Life is fragile

I don't know about you but I'm guilty of taking life for granted. We all make plans for tomorrow, next week, a summer holiday next year, a visit to friends sometime soon and it doesn't occur to us that life might have other plans for us.

Then something happens that makes you take stock.

Yesterday I heard of the very premature death of a dear friend. He was 50, which by anyone's standards is a disgustingly early age to go. A man with a huge personality, full of life, love and humanity and one of life's good guys. I'm still trying to come to terms with his death, and wondering how his young family will cope with their loss.

It's at times like this that we realise how fragile and fleeting life is and how, despite our best-laid plans, there are only a limited number of tomorrows.

Last week after months of unhappiness I made a major decision, something that will mean a significant change for me and my girls, and something I'll be able to write about quite soon. Last week I was full of doubts about whether I'd done the right thing.

Now those doubts have gone and I'm sure it was the right thing to do because, quite simply, life's too short to be unhappy.