Yvette

I am not about to forget today in a hurry. There I was in the middle of sleep and consciousness and I decide to check my emails. No more sleep, I was wide awake in a second. Message said... It is hard to write this but our dear colleague Yvette has passed away. Yvette has done what? Of all the things she could have done, she just passed on? It's a Saturday, couldn't she have gone shopping instead? To the beach instead? But no, Yvette has passed on. I'm not sure how old she was but my guess is she was 26. Too young damn it, way too young. I had no clue that something was wrong. She was bubbly, a sweet face, strawberry blond hair, and so so polite. So caring. And we would grumble about our daily load, and laugh at the same time. Not anymore. No more loads now. And Yvette once again chooses to open my wound again. It's death. And it's not very nice when you're the one left behind. And I kind of wonder, Yvette will aways be 26, while I get older still.. at least as to date. It's not yet time up for me. God bless Yvette. A` bientot.