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It is strange to go to a funeral for someone two years your junior. Someone who was only 34. It feels wrong.

Of course it was worthwhile to go, but I kept thinking about how D would have reacted to various parts of the service. It was odd; it wasn't particularly something he would have liked. But as was acknowledged at the beginning of the service, he would have understood that it was something that his family and friends needed.

I am glad I went. I am glad I stayed for a while afterward. But I am also glad that then I left, and went home and made a huge amount of autumnal food, because making things helps fill the holes inside. It's cheap, delicious, nutritious therapy.

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[mizzlaurajean.livejournal.com]

I've had two old friends who died in their thirty's and while we were no longer close we once were, one of them use to live with my family. They had become partners and both had poor health, one we knew would not live to an old age but the other was quite a shock and a sudden death, both of them still feel a bit unreal to me somehow. And oddly I dream of them quite a bit.

It is indeed strange. I suspect it doesn't get less strange but as we age it is a bit more expected.

[gothicshidre.livejournal.com]

Wish I could have been there. While I didn't know him as we'll as I was liked, it's hard to lose someone you know, especially that is around the same age.

[eternallion.livejournal.com]

It was wonderful to see you there. I liked hearing about how so many people will miss him... I like that his parents also know that.