One of Kubota's classmates died yesterday. It was unexpected.
This is Kubota's first encounter with death where somebody he knew, talked with, ate lunch with and joked with. Kubota's emotions have been all over the map. Part of what is clobbering him between the eyes is that every time we talk to somebody might be the last time we see that person in this mortal sphere.
The young man was not one of Kubota's best-buds, but everybody knows everybody else in a class of 175. The school administration had extra counselors in for grief counseling for any who might want it.
Part of me is very selfish. I am glad it was not one of my children even as my heart goes out to the parents.
I am listening to "old" music; Mike Oldfield's Tubular Bells and some Windham Hills instrumental music. It helps.
Give your closest an extra hug tonight and make it last an extra half second.