Life’s too short ....

How many times do you hear that?

How many times do you say I’ll put that off until another time?

How many times do you not say how you feel when you’re hurt, upset, happy and full of love?

How many times do you not make that phone call to keep in touch, send that email, sms or card?

How many times do you get a corny email that makes you squirm in your seat about missing your friends and then there not there?

In our mobile world we move and move on, drift apart, don’t put the effort in, contact drops off to Christmas cards – “it’s OK though” because you know they will always be there.

Chris went 5 years ago from breast cancer.

And now news that Colin’s gone too.

Wonderful memories. Dinners – good food and wine. Lots of laughs. The stories of a great dane that still thought it was a puppy and wanted to sit on laps. A picture falling on the bed in the middle of the night. Weekends away together. We were pregnant at the same time, our children all born within a 3 year window. Babies growing up. Fairy parties. The trials and tribulations of just trying to get on with life with a young family. Sharing the happiness and the sadness.

Then moving and losing sight of how the children grow. Life gets filled with so many things.

And now they’re both gone.

And there are regrets – contact that tapered off but always you knew was there if you got in touch – that you could take up again where you left off.

While there are the memories that will keep them alive in our hearts I can’t but help think that the world is now a lesser place because Colin and Christine are no longer in it.