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[papaya]

I found this in a column by Miss Manners:

The comfort that others can offer to the immediately bereaved is the assurance that the life that has ended was of importance to them and that the person will not be forgotten.
About a year after my mom died, I reconnected with a friend from high school. We were catching up and she asked about my parents.

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[papaya]

For some reason, I feel compelled to make an ascii Pac Man trying to eat that heart.

I'm bizarre. Also, I'm excited for you because you're going on a trip soon!

Oh, and I'm random right now.

[emeraldrabbit]

I remember random things like that, too.

I'm definitely finding that I want to talk to every single person who has ever talked to David and have them tell me what they liked about him and what they talked about and something else nice.

Today is a bad grief day :( and I have to go to work in about 40 minutes.

[papaya]

I remember bits and pieces that you mentioned about him in previous (like, months ago) entries. He sounded like he was really nice.

[emeraldrabbit]

My two favorite quotes about him: one person called him a "hearty man;" another longtime friend said he was "a gentleman and a gentle man

[chimaerandi]

I agree. Sometimes knowing that a person is remembered, even for the silliest, smallest thing, helps.

<3

[papaya]

Speaking of silly, my BFF and I still laugh about my dad's travel warning to her: "Be careful! In some of those countries, they'll snatch you and sell you into slavery!"

[mellybrelly]

I think that every time someone remembers your parents in that way, it would make them feel not so far away. I'd want my parents to be remembered and to know they made an impact on people.