A friend of mine died. She was too young. My heart is broken for her family, and most of all, broken for her, because she was a wonderful mum, and I can’t take in how hard it would have been for her to say goodbye to her children. I didn’t know what to do, so I went to the beach. I took photos, because, stupidly, that’s what I do when I want to hold onto life. It kills me that she won’t see these things anymore. Sometimes it’s probably good to remember that breathing and kindness and love are gifts.