last month I was saddened to hear that Lynn Williams had died. She was a positive and happy colleague at our workplace and I didn't even know she had cancer.
Margaret Lucy was run over by a lorry today as she biked back to work from lunch.
I've known Margaret since starting work here and was shocked at how sudden and unexpected her death was.
There wasn't a day that went by the past two weeks that I didn't think about our next door neighbour in France who took his own life.
Now I'm thinking of all the people I know who are struggling to hang on to life and one or two who can't wait to see the back of it.
I'm not feeling particularly depressed or morose but I am thinking about the grim reaper and how and when we all could meet our end.
It's lurking and will get to us eventually but I'm quite happy to be last in the queue at the moment. Let the good times roll before my head does. Keep your distance and don't come knocking too soon. You're an unwelcome visitor here.
For now, what empathy I have is reserved for those left to pick up the pieces...the stunned, numbed, shocked and bewildered. I've been there and know how empty and lonely a place it is.