Uncertainty can be happiness

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Old ghosts…

Posted by quirksalight on November 14, 2007

Yesterday, I received a very unexpected e-mail. It was a forward of an obituary from a Virginia newspaper, of someone I went to high school with. Actually, my high school debate partner of my senior year. We hadn’t talked since graduation, and weren’t really friends.
The funeral itself; well… a half of dozen of us, all of whom know each other from the high school debate team, headed to the funeral home just outside of Fredericksburg for the services, then to the burial in Alexandria.
I can’t speak for the rest, but I’m not too sure what I feel at the moment. Sorrow for his father, losing a son. Regret that a classmate was dead. Wondering, what happened last week, the last couple of years leading to this.

But the last words I have for him are of thanks. In his passing, people have come together, people who haven’t spoke in months, years, conversing once again. Whether or not these tenuous connections will stay complete or break once again is up to us. But thank you, for threading us together once again.

Requiscat in Pace.


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