my triviality renders me speechless

I've just made myself all sad. I was researching some of the Victorian bushfire tragedy, as I am working on a project about emergency housing being installed in its aftermath. Although I knew of a friend of a friend's death, I found details of how she died on February 7th. I met the warm and sweet Julie last July at a friend's cosy winter gathering. She gave me a lift home in the car there is now no remnants of.

I feel sick at the rantings and ravings I made in this blog only an hour or so ago. My triviality feels punishable. I remember Julie fondly. I remember the way she gorgeously perched on the bean bag in her soft but slim fitting boots.

It is all too tragic that she was out of town with a new love. A mature blossoming relationship. I trust her last days and hours were spent in the delight, giddiness and happiness fresh romance brings.

I am wordless.