I woke somewhy, rose, drank water, saw the time – 4:30 am – and let a dog out. Checked messages as I often do. His post surprised me. Somehow he found the strength… but no. Written by family, a notice of passing. How to grieve my most formative friend from earliest school days? I don’t know, I thought, as the silent, uninstructive wet ran on my cheeks.
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Oh, this is beautifully evocative. A whole story in just a few words. And if, as I suspect, a true one – i’m sorry for your loss.