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Many thanks to everyone who offered words of support or encouragement in response to my last two posts.
I still haven't figured out what is up with the pending divorce. SOMEbody has had a severe change of personality, is the only thing I can figure. These people used to be happy, and now there are restraining orders, accusations of abuse, nonpayment of bills as a punitive measure, all the things one sees in truly ugly divorces. I wish I knew what was really going on underneath all that. Most of all, I wish I knew whether the happiness I thought I saw was really there and has now gone, or whether it was never there at all.
My bereaved friend is eating and sleeping and forming coherent sentences. I feel so badly for her... Almost no further information about the crash is available. Yesterday the weather finally cleared up enough that the bodies could be recovered from the lake, and they are being held pending FAA autopsy. The memorial gathering is Saturday (thus we're not going to Romana's wedding Saturday). I think this one affects me a little more strongly than other deaths in my circle of acquaintances for a couple of reasons: he was almost exactly my age, and it was a crash. Knowing of Dave's death, I face my own mortality more squarely than I do when a seventy-year-old friend who's been battling some disease for ten years dies.
More fluffy update stuff about me in another post. For this post, I am simply very glad to have friends.
I still haven't figured out what is up with the pending divorce. SOMEbody has had a severe change of personality, is the only thing I can figure. These people used to be happy, and now there are restraining orders, accusations of abuse, nonpayment of bills as a punitive measure, all the things one sees in truly ugly divorces. I wish I knew what was really going on underneath all that. Most of all, I wish I knew whether the happiness I thought I saw was really there and has now gone, or whether it was never there at all.
My bereaved friend is eating and sleeping and forming coherent sentences. I feel so badly for her... Almost no further information about the crash is available. Yesterday the weather finally cleared up enough that the bodies could be recovered from the lake, and they are being held pending FAA autopsy. The memorial gathering is Saturday (thus we're not going to Romana's wedding Saturday). I think this one affects me a little more strongly than other deaths in my circle of acquaintances for a couple of reasons: he was almost exactly my age, and it was a crash. Knowing of Dave's death, I face my own mortality more squarely than I do when a seventy-year-old friend who's been battling some disease for ten years dies.
More fluffy update stuff about me in another post. For this post, I am simply very glad to have friends.
