There have been plenty of random distant deaths in my extended family -- nothing close enough to make me really feel it. But a good friend committed suicide a couple years ago and I find it's her death that allowed me to understand the sadness. Or at least, the frustrated sense of missing her. I want to call her up and get her opinion on something, and then I remember I can't, and I remember how she disappeared, all over again.
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carisma_sensei
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Date: 2011-07-13 04:20 pm (UTC)