Today when I got home, I found a handwritten envelope. At first I was glad to receive something else than the usual “window envelopes” (with preprinted name + address). Then I noticed the envelope had a gray border. Someone passed on. It turned out it was the father of my friend that I went to high school with, and the only one I still keep in touch with, even though he lives in England. And I’d been trying to call him since Wednesday! No wonder no one picked up…
Even though one of my uncles passed away in December, somehow this one feels so much closer, because it’s my classmate who is the same age as me. So it feels like it could happen to me, too (i.e. my father passing on). Of course, I know it will inevitably happen, but still… Even though my friend’s father was 9 years older than mine, and about the same age as that uncle, still there are no comforting certainties in life. Only that it is bound to happen.