Last Thursday, I took a break at work. I was scrolling through Twitter when I read something that made my heart stop. A girl I followed had died suddenly.

Meredith was camping with her boyfriend when a severe storm caused a tree to fall on their tent, killing her.

Meredith and I first connected 3 or 4 years ago on LiveJournal. We became pen-pals, friends on Ravelry, and, after LiveJournal wasn’t so exciting anymore, we followed each other on Twitter.

My impression of Meredith was always that she lived life completely. Whatever she did, she didn’t do it halfway. She had great personal style, and it always came across effortlessly. Meredith didn’t have to try to be cool– she just was.

She loved running. Her bike was her primary mode of transportation. And I was envious of her knitting skills.

Like me, Meredith studied journalism in undergrad and later went on to pursue her master’s degree in library science. I loved discussing library school with her, and given her enthusiasm for everything else she tackled in life, I think she would have made great contributions to the field.

Meredith’s death is a cruel reminder that there is no promise of tomorrow. It is a lesson, for me, in living each day with intention. Of doing the things that matter, of making sure the people I love know that I love them, of expressing gratitude.

And my heart hurts for her parents, her boyfriend, and her friends.

On Friday, I headed downtown to the University of Texas campus to check out an installation at the Blanton Museum of Art. 99 trees in the plaza were yarnbombed. It was quite a sight to see.

Meredith would have appreciated it, I think.