Once, in passing.
It's odd. I only met the guy once, I think. In passing, too. But I am shocked and sad that he's gone.
I don't miss him, exactly, because I didn't know him nearly well enough for that. But I feel the loss through the grief of mutual friends and acquaintances. And I feel it through the sudden end to the thread of him that was woven so dominantly through the tapestry of oral history of Lochac.
Even though I knew of him more than I knew him, there is a palpable gap where he isn't.
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I don't miss him, exactly, because I didn't know him nearly well enough for that. But I feel the loss through the grief of mutual friends and acquaintances. And I feel it through the sudden end to the thread of him that was woven so dominantly through the tapestry of oral history of Lochac.
Even though I knew of him more than I knew him, there is a palpable gap where he isn't.
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comments. Please comment there if you feel inclined. You too can have a Dreamwidth blog. Ask me how!