I just want to interrupt telling you about Sardinia to reflect on some terrible news I had yesterday.
Three weeks ago, the 16yr old son of one of my friends was taken to the emergency department of our local hospital complaining of a pain in his lungs and feeling tired. He died at the weekend of a cancer that ripped through his body destroying all his vital organs, that rendered him unrecognisable at the end, and that chemotherapy had no effect on at all. Three weeks.
The doctors originally thought it was some sort of chest infection and put him on anti-biotics which of course did nothing. By the time they knew what it was it was too late, although it was probably too late anyway from the start. This sporty young man with his whole life ahead of him was suddenly and violently struck down, and his totally unexpected death has left his mother,younger brother and rest of the family in shock.
It's left all who know the family in shock too. I know there's no point asking the hows or whys. There are no reasons, no answers, but still, why him? A good lad from a nice family, not a multi-recidivist criminal who beats up old ladies. They never seem to be struck down in their prime unless it's by the Kalashnikov of a rival criminal and no one is terribly surprised.
I looked at my 16yr old son last night, as you do, and thought useless thoughts about how it could happen to anyone; it could happen to him, and there's absolutely nothing I can do to protect him or save him from such a vicious attack. The smallest microscopic entities on the planet are the ones that wreak the most destruction and you can go from being a happy family of three to a deeply traumatised family minus one in the space of three weeks.
There are no words to describe what they must be going through. I can't imagine it; all I can do is hope that they pull through in time, and that I never have to experience such terrible misfortune.
Rest In Peace young man.