How different a few hours make

How strange a week can make you feel.
Last Sunday I was informed my cousin had died from brain secondaries, from cancer of the oesophagus that we thought he had beaten. He's the first of my generation within the family to go. Then today I found out a friend of 25 years died of a massive brain haemorrhage yesterday, he wasn't even 60.
On top of my best friend (all be it my ex husband) dying just over a year ago. It brings your own mortality into prospective.
Sorry to be so miserable today