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Cripes, yeah, well…
Without sounding like a pity party with open invitation: would you like me to alphabetize the list? Seriously, though, I can classify loss into two headings: childhood and adulthood. Childhood type losing would read like a diary: lost best friend, lost my blanket, lost my favorite teddy bear.
Adulthood losing reads like a horror novel, quite frankly. There was Auntie V, turned into a doll about so small. There was Adric, killed trying to help a planet that wasn’t his own. My planet. I lost the Doc and Nyssa, but found them again. The problem is, however, that I’m getting kind of used to that kind of loss.
So what have I most regretted losing? Probably that line between childhood and adulthood. Sounds trite, I know, but I’d rather mourn innocence….I see too much else and am getting a little jaded about loss.