The next decade....what's in store?

Living to 40 is not guaranteed

I've probably commented here a few times about the end of one's life not being certain, and me for one had this thought when I was a teenager that I wouldn't live past 40 (just because some boy that I liked, actually he was about 5 or 6 years older than me so he was a "big man" to me dem times, said that that is why he wasn't getting married, cause him not going to live past 40).

Of course you know my 40th is in October. Surprisingly, I am taking this year in stride, flying all over the place, not ever thinking that the plane going to crash and the not-living-to-40-thought would become a self-fulfilling prophesy. As they say in Jamaica, if yuh born fi heng, yuh cyant drown!

Anyway, everytime I hear of the passing of a young person, I am concerned. Heard of another such last night.

Her name is Jackie. I have known her from prep school because she went to the same one that my brother went to and she played on the netball team which my mother coached. Then she joined me at St Hugh's. I think she is about 38 or so. Yesterday morning she died of breast cancer presumably. She leaves behind a very young baby. My niece would be quite distraught over the news because Jackie went back to teach at the same prep school she went to, which is where my niece and nephew go to/went to, and Jackie looked out for the kids.

Life. So unpredictable.