is always a hard thing to do...
I'm responsible for the web page of our auxiliary fire brigade. There is a guy that calls me once in while or sends me e-mails with updates about their activities. We talked on the phone sometimes, he contacted me when he had computer problems.
He called me last weekend, asked me where I had been. Told him about my vacation and the surgery. He was on vacation, too. Came back a couple of days ago, told me how nice it was to be alone in Spain. He is not married, no girl friend. Still lives at his mother's. He is a little bit strange, in a nice way. Guess life didn't treat him so well with relationships and stuff like that. He's not a friend, just someone I had to do with once in a while.
Yesterday I got a call from an acquaintance, we talked about stuff related to the theater group I'm in. And suddenly she said that she had to tell me something sad, told me that guy, Volker was his name, had died early in the morning. His mother went to his bedroom to wake him up, he said something like he was awake. She left and when he didn't follow after some time she went back and found him dead. He wasn't even 50... and I just don't get it. I mean I talked to him only a few days before. I saw my father die, and even though we knew he had to go we couldn't 'prepare' ourselfs. But in this case, there was no chance to say good bye or... I don't know... I feel strange and at the moment I don't know how to deal with it. I mean he wasn't even a friend but I liked him somehow.
Life is such a fragile thing. And to be honest, I've had it with bad news right now...
Sorry about ranting again. Just had to get if of my chest...