Full circle

About eight years ago I wrote a poem for a friend who had lost her senventeen year-old son in an auto accident. She later asked if I'd submit it to Heart to Heart, the newslsetter for Intermountain Donors Association. Then, Last February, my friend was killed in an auto accident, eight years after her son. I was contacted by the newsletter's editor for permission to print the poem again. I never imagined this would come full circle. We feel so helpless when a dear one is taken suddenly. Life is so fragile.