I'll go to a memorial service today for the husband of a colleague, friend. I liked him. He'd been fighting cancer for a while and I had gone out to their place in February for something else, something a little mundane.
And I had a delightful chat with the guy; intelligent, insightful, incorrigible, ethical. He still had time to sincerely engage with my own (comparatively irrelevant) soap opera. I hold that afternoon in my fondest of memories and I have a heavy heart when I think of my friend's loss.
And it reminds me of how it is near impossible to tell, at the time, the events that form the biggest part of the tapestry of our lives.
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