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People Matter

Attended a funeral today. A friend passed away peacefully, not at all the way I thought he would go, if I ever thought about it. It always feels rather odd when somebody "bigger-than-life" departs from said life. There's a funny little void left behind even if you didn't see them all the time. Even if they pissed you off at some point and you thought they didn't matter all that much. People matter.

I saw an estranged friend, one who departed my life on her own accord. I said hello and was amazed that she bothered to return the hello. She's been ignoring me for a long time. I still don't want to waste any time on her but the pang of regret was there, greatly diminished, but truly still there. People matter.

My husband called to see if he could bring home some dinner. I was compelled to tell him not to pass away anytime soon. He said that he had not immediate plans. I'll bet our dearly departed didn't have any immediate plans either. Very sad. Kind of mournful today. I'm thinking that it is entirely appropriate. People matter.
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