My mom called me tonight to tell me that a childhood friend of mine died. She saw the obituary in the local paper. I don’t even know what to say. I hadn’t seen Mary since high school until a few months ago, when I stayed over at her place on a trip to Vancouver Island, where she’d been living for the last five years or so. We met in kindergarten and were pretty good friends – I used to sleep over at her place all the time and we played softball together. We went to high school together as well, but traveled in different circles, so we drifted apart. It was really nice to re-connect with her a few months ago – she was the same generous, funny, and wise person as when we were kids (seriously, when I look back now, she was wise beyond her years). We chatted on Facebook a few times after that and I really was not expecting to get that phone call today. I’m just stunned. Only 33 years old. My heart goes out to her family – I can’t imagine what they must be going through.