Maybe I'm Scared To Die in meh...

I say that because I think I age and realize how close to death I can be. At any moment, but somehow I stay refusing to believe in death. Sounds weird, but it is my nature.

I’ve written before how I only think about death when someone dies and how hard I take it when someone close to me dies. This person isn’t close to me, but we were friendly and cordial with each other and we worked together even though she was in another building.

She was only 39 and she died in a car accident yesterday after work.

My supervisor called me and asked if I knew anyone in their department, besides the ones that have been there. So I named her an an new person. She asked me to come up to her office. When I got there she asked me to have a seat and she closed the door. I thought I did something wrong again and wondered how that department was involved.

Then she told me that she was killed in that accident. I didn’t think it would affect me, but it did. I JUST saw her Friday. It is utterly sad and I don’t have anything else to say about this. It is too sad to formulate meaningful words.