Another person has died.
My fiance’s colleague, a man of only 26 years old (and whom I’m told was not old enough to be a man), has passed because of cardiac arrest. His name appeared on the work Christmas party invitations as he was the contact person for RSVP purposes. My fiance had just seen him the night we went to the symphony. He was just here, work things in place, roommates at home, a life. A young life on its path to more living. But not now. Not ever.
Though I didn’t know him–had never seen his face–he will be missed.