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A close friend died 11 weeks ago today. Unexpectedly with no previous illness.
I mainly feel sad that he won't get to live out his dreams, he can no longer bask in a beautiful sunset, stand in an empty field and fill his lungs with fresh air. Those things that he loved doing have all gone. I feel so sad that all his worrying and whittling was unnecessary. I feel sad that he died so young (46) and was in the process of chasing his dream life. I feel sad that all that energy/enthusiasm/essence of who he was is gone.
And as Belle said, I often catch myself thinking, "Oh, I must tell him that, he'll find it interesting/amusing" only to remember that he's no longer here. That makes me sad too.
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