Has struck again.
And, once again, it took the better of us.
One of my blog buddies, Sam Fenn, died yesterday.
Of all the people l know, Sam was always ready with a laugh or a home made cupcake, ready conversation, a shoulder to cry on.
But she never seemed to get the best of any deal.
She’s had a raw life.
Sam, my friend, l wish l was a better friend to you than l was.
I don’t know what really happens when you die. But if, as l believe, there is a heaven, l hope you are there now. Safe for once. Happy. Cared for. Looked after.
Go gently into the night, Sam. Your last journey has begun. You will forever be in my thoughts.