A tribute.

This weekend my perspective on life changed. A person who I knew barely enough to call an acquaintance turned my mind into an emotional rollercoaster.

I suspected there was something wrong, I hadn’t heard her or seen her for about two weeks and I noticed little things such as the washing wasn’t on the line (like it normally was) or the loud pitter patters of her and her children’s feet running around upstairs – a guaranteed alarm clock.
Then on social media there it was, confirmed. She had passed away from breast cancer barely even in her 30’s. Although I never knew this lady properly I feel like I knew her well, being neighbours I practically saw and heard everything that was going on and I felt like I knew her. It is amazing what you know about a person without knowing them, I knew she was one of a kind who lived for her family, she was funny, outspoken and just a joy to have met. I used to catch her sitting in the garden, eyes closed and feeling the warmth of the sun on her face appreciating the little things that we take for granted.
It takes one hell of a lady to battle through breast cancer but the fact she carried on life regardless and you would of never of known. Nothing stopped her and I could see this without having to be next to her but obviously you don’t know what happens behind closed doors.
What a woman. Everyday so far there hasn’t be a single moment I haven’t thought about her, sat writing this now a few tears have shed. Practically a stranger and she has really touched me, making me realise you can not predict the future, WE need to live life. Waiting to save for a house, stuck in a dead end job you hate, waiting to travel or the thought of ‘oh I’ll do this and that next week’ – there might not be a next week. Now that scares me, I think it scares everyone to some degree. But from this lovely lady I will appreciate the wind on my face, the rain ruining my make-up and the warmth of the sun. S5ODui1438003717
I am going to begin to remember how lucky I am and what I have, even if I do hate my dead end job someone out there would give anything for it. And my poor boyfriend, I forget how lucky I am to have him and he’s put up with me for nearly four years – poor bugger.

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