Loss

Someone very, very dear to me died on 10 April, and i just learned of it today. 

Please forgive me for a bit of self-pity.  The circumstances in which i learned this were difficult.  It is reminiscent of 1997 when i called to talk to a dear friend and professor of mine – we used to lunch together every two to three months – and being informed over the phone that he had died two months previous.  Ever since then my deepest dread has been that my dear Montana mom will die and no one will bother to tell me. Or that something would happen to my dearest college friend, Greg, and no one will let me know.  (In fact, i’ve not heard from him in a several months.  I need to call him.)

This is essentially the same.  The loss is something that is going to leave an enormous hole in my life.  If i don’t respond to comments or don’t comment at your blog for a while, please forgive me. 

I’m still in shock. 

I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours

But I think that God's got a sick sense of humor

And when I die I expect to find Him laughing

DEPECHE MODE/ Martin L. Gore

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