Losing someone close

He worked, he worked, he worked and he died - another goodbye to a dear friend. When someone you love and respect becomes a memory, that memory becomes a treasure. A very good friend of mine just became a memory at just 49 years old. He leaves behind young children which is as much of a tragedy as his own passing. I cried on the inside when I heard he had died. I guess tears have a purpose all their own. They come when a person is able to let go and to work through their sorrow. Tears are the bleeding of an emotional wound, carrying the grief out of us. I’ve bled way too much for one life time. Like my colleague who leaves behind young children, I lost my father when I was only fifteen years

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