I had a bizarre discourse a while back that was really about everything and nothing- all rolled together. During the course of everything under the sun, a friend I haven’t seen in years was mentioned in passing, but like most of the discourse, it was brought up in a warped, broken mirror kind of way. I was thinking about all of this over the week that followed.
It’s strange how over the years there’s been this particular comfort, however occasional, in knowing that a friend is out there somewhere, particularly when waters seem dark and rough. Someone who found value in who you are. I’m well aware that a fog of nostalgia blankets the reality of old memories but the brief respite it sometimes offered became an island of refuge or a green light across the bay.
I thought about this off and on as the events of the week tumbled along, until eventually I searched the name, reaching to see what was out there. I found that that my long lost friend had passed away just days earlier.
It’s been over twenty years since I've had any contact, but I feel a profound sense of loss.
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Today, I read the obituary and it is so sad to me on so many different levels.
It’s strange how over the years there’s been this particular comfort, however occasional, in knowing that a friend is out there somewhere, particularly when waters seem dark and rough. Someone who found value in who you are. I’m well aware that a fog of nostalgia blankets the reality of old memories but the brief respite it sometimes offered became an island of refuge or a green light across the bay.
I thought about this off and on as the events of the week tumbled along, until eventually I searched the name, reaching to see what was out there. I found that that my long lost friend had passed away just days earlier.
It’s been over twenty years since I've had any contact, but I feel a profound sense of loss.
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Today, I read the obituary and it is so sad to me on so many different levels.
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