Every life is important. That's why I think I feel sadness for the passing away of Joyce. She would have been 90 in April. I enjoyed her friendship, because I was interested in listening to her past and how she viewed life. I was able to read her like a book . A live character. And now the book has ended. I feel that way when good books ends; sad. Off a bit. That's why I guess I read the end first. I anticipate how I will respond.
In my mind I already ended the book before I even started when I entered a relationship with her. But somehow the real thing is a lot different than a book. Real people make a big difference. The feelings are not based upon imagination but the real thing.
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I'm glad you wrote this. I like to know there are ripple effects when someone leaves this life. You feel deeply, and you know what "impact" is--one life upon another. Hope your processing is going well. XO
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