Someone dropped dead at O/our local grocery store the other day only moments before B. arrived there. W/we heard, at first, that he'd slipped on the floor (it's thick ice and snow here), but I found out today that he'd *simply* overheated whilst walking up the hill to the store and then *just* died.
I can't stop thinking, 'What if that had been B.?' And being grateful that it wasn't, although perfectly understandable, is making me feel like a really, really bad person. Which is stupid, I know, but even so...
Life is so unpredictable. Almost as unpredictable as our responses to it.
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