Today, I chop wood and carry water (proverbially). I set myself to the familiar tasks of everyday life in hopes that soon the grief will pass and I will be able to get on with my life. I stated in earlier posts that I am not doing so well. With the death of my friend, Michael Matheny, I have experienced the deaths of two friends, two friendly
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(if you've never seen this style before, those are hugs.)
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Figured out why I was hit so hard by Michael's death other than the above. He was instrumental in the land of "firsts"... first time invited to hang out with a bunch of people, first music party, first con music circle, first audition that was not community theater (ren fair)...the list goes on. I figure I will post about it later.
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