tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30020831.post3823994779600442409..comments2023-10-11T07:59:52.802-04:00Comments on It's About Time: Memory Backgroundmasgbloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16397312038827059675noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30020831.post-72233825140505283812008-04-18T15:42:00.000-04:002008-04-18T15:42:00.000-04:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30020831.post-45029575440061748562008-03-20T22:59:00.000-04:002008-03-20T22:59:00.000-04:00Strange how life takes us to these obits when we l...Strange how life takes us to these obits when we least expect them.<BR/><BR/>I found a thank-you quite by chance in the obits published by a lady here in town two months after her husband's passing. I felt a tiny bit good about having been one of the people who had stopped by (after the fact of his death) with flowers.<BR/><BR/>Natalie died at such a young age. Young, we think, when we get past 40... I also knew friends or acquaintances who died at 22 and 39 and 45, and it never changes the feeling of losing someone you knew well or even slightly. Co-worker or friend, it hits hard.lattégirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15428087458207367848noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30020831.post-19964723466131902742008-03-19T08:48:00.000-04:002008-03-19T08:48:00.000-04:00I'm sorry about your work mate.I'm sorry about your work mate.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com