Extremes

A week or so ago Raine and I found out that our lecturer: Paul Fletcher, died. He was a great influence on the RS department, and everyone he met. In February (the leap year day) he had his first child. He was a young guy. It makes so little sense, it's unbelievable for everyone. We spoke to him just a few weeks ago. He will never be forgotten. He believed in me, and he acted as a reference for my MA applications, that will never be forgotten.

This has hit me on a very personal level. I can't explain it properly, Raine doesn't understand it. It happens to coincide with a time when I've been thinking about the 'big' issues...but this isn't the time for narcissism. What I'm pulling out of it all is the importance of appreciating the now, I think that's the greatest thing we can do, in memory.