We lost someone. It is too sad for words.

The grief. The shock. The sadness. And there is literally nothing we can do.

Thoughts come and go. We cry. We stare into the nothingness in disbelief. We don’t want to be alone but being surrounded is too much.

We do nothing but we’re drained.

The silence is completely and utterly deafening, apart from those words swirling in your head.

“I am so sorry to tell you this. She collapsed and passed away.” 

Gemma was quieter than most of us but that’s because we’re so bloody loud. Her style was unique, alternative and charming. She would wear oversized cardigans and hug them around her. She had a smile that lit up her whole face and made her usually bashful eyes sparkle. She was helpful, gentle and always there for us. During the day she sat in the corner but when she came out at night she dazzled. She was stunning. She was kind. She was far too young to leave us.

Friday, 27 November 2015

Gemma is someone I wish we all had more time with. But we don’t.

This is our reminder of how precious and fragile life is.

Don’t wait to say “I love you”, “I’m sorry”, “Thank you.”.

Don’t be angry.


Be kind.

Enjoy the moment.

This is it.

Each second is there for you.

Quit your job.



Book a holiday.

Make the most of what you have.

If you have a lot then share.

If you have a little then see the best in it.

Do right by others.

Do right by yourself.

Do right by Gemma and everyone else we lost this week. Live every moment like it were your last.

No regrets.

Friday, 27 November 2015