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THE CLUB IS BIGGER NOW 21 December 2013 We went today to the memorial service for the son of one of Walt's long-time co-workers. He died earlier this month. As we sat in the church, we looked across at another of his co-workers...we went to the memorial service for his son a couple of years ago. The mother of the man we were memorializing today hugged me as if she couldn't let go and kept saying "Now we know what you have been going through" over and over. It was an emotional service for me, if only because I kept thinking of this "club" that none of us want to belong to, but that we do belong anyway. And I couldn't help but thinking of David and Paul as well. It wasn't that long ago that we were at another service in that same church and I wrote about Paul's comments regarding the expensive remodel they did 20 or so years ago. I decided I don't want to write a journal entry today. I want to copy the poem that came from the mortuary instead. Usually I don't react to stuff like this, but this one just hit me, for some reason. When I'm Gone When I come to the end of my journey
Forget unkind words I have spoken
Forget that I have stumbled and blundered
but in summer, just gather some flowers |
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