I did not know Alexander hardly at all but I mourn for Beverley's loss, a more lovely, kind and supportive friend it would be hard to find. I called this morning and she told me all about the policewoman at the hospital who lied because she didn't know what to say, the stream of tearful teenage girls arriving at her door and her angry ex-husband unable to just be a parent and support her without bringing conflict into the situation. She is planning a woodland burial, no black and some suitably unconventional music choices. He had apparently being discussing funeral plans recently with a friend, in the way that only real teenagers can, to laugh in the face of death and affirm their immortality.
So life is put a little into true perspective today. It feels more precious. It reminds you that ordinary life can be altered in a moment and will never be the same again.