My uncle was only 35, out of the 10 children my grandmother had he was 2ND to the youngest. I still can't believe just died a couple of days ago. He left behind 2 young kids, a boy of 13, a girl of 14, who was going to celebrate her quinceanera (fifteenth birthday) in August. The family was looking forward to a great big party. Unfortunately her dad, didn't make it. I not really sure how meningitis kills someone. Basically, I understand only that it attacks the brain, and begins to shut everything down. My grandmother fell into a depression almost instantanously after finding out, my grandfather too, showed lots of pain. My uncle use to live in Dallas. He actually lived here for about 2 years and was very close to our family. I'm sad that my dad wasn't able to travel to Mexico to be with his family during this terrible time. For some reason her couldn't find his passport, and without that he would not be allowed to board the plane and return home to Dallas.
I just think it doesn't matter how old someone is, everyone should appreciate life everyday. Each and everyda that goes by, because you never know when it will be your last time to be thankful for your blessings, and let those around you, know that you love them.