It puts me in mind of how upset I felt about Andy, last year, although I barely knew him...In the late 80's-early 90's, I went through a seemingly endless series of friend-bereavements; young, talented, good people who had no business dying. I don't think I ever got over it, really, and very time something like this happens now, I get disproportionally sad, for someone who isn't involved. I feel so bad for those who are close to the lost person,as well, and what I know from experience they're going through.
Jeez, it's a funny old life/death.
Talking to my mother last night was pretty heavy, too. She was obviously having a 'bad day' and I could make very little sense of her blatherings.
As Tony Soprano commented the other week, 'Where's da dignity?'
At this point, it also looks like my sister's marriage is down the tubes, and they'll officially split up when the mammy dies or goes into care.
Sad, sad, sad...