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The melancholia of losing a friend, human or animal, lingers. Death shaped me quite young. My beloved grandfather died when I was 9 then 2 good school friends but he time I was 25, one of them my best friend. It took years to recover. I still think of both of them, frozen at ages 18 and 25. I am now 50 and I guess it will be the start of a period where death is more present. It is inevitable, after all.

Thank you for your writing, thoughts and feelings.

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Thank you for reading Lisa and thank you for sharing your grief. It really does help to share these stories. There is something very isolating about grief in a way that is not obvious. It sneaks up on me from time to time. It can feel like a solitary journey. I'm glad we can be alive -having fun, doing the things, but also sad - together.

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It’s a beautiful thing to be able to share life and death with others. It’s sharp and joyful, painful and lovely. All the feelings 💖

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Beautifully said ♥️

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I bet he would have liked swimming in lake.

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SO much so.

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