That was what my friend said about a loved one returning after a long waiting period.
I know what he means. You spend so much time missing them, and before that in denial that they were gone, and before that in preparation for the separation. And then one day you realize they're coming home.
And that's not even what I was going to talk about, but his words struck me.
I also saw a movie with a dying woman in it recently. She started seeing her old, dead relatives before she passed. The brain gets fuzzy right before the end.
Death and I have this understanding, though, and I will not allow it to overtake me until I have accomplished a minor task list of to-do, to-meet, to-help, etc.
Been thinking about a title of a book.
...because I write short books
sounded good.
Soon to come: rant.
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