by Beth Stansfield
I had been in contact with a Mother at church, on and off, for about a year. She had a daughter who volunteered during the church services to be at the children's art table .. keeping the children occupied. This young lady was the epitome of kindness and patience as she helped the children, my daughter included.
One day, the Mother contacted me to say that her daughter had died. She had gone to bed, gone to sleep as usual and did not wake up the next day. The daughter who died was young - 26. Her life was only just getting going.
I was surprised at how this news affected me.... we were not incredibly close (I didn't even know her birthday). Yet, I just stopped. Everything stopped. I couldn't shake the thought that a 26 year old had gone to sleep and never woke up....