I gather this sort of thing happens a lot

[winterbadger]

I was vacuuming the place last night (part of my master plan to have it not look like a hurricane just hit--progress still needs to be made on this), and I got to the doorway to the upstairs. There's a rolled-up map there that I had to move so as to vacuum that bit of floor.

And then I remembered that the rolled-up map is a map of South Asia that I'd picked up at work, a copy of the one that I have up in my cube (because I handle the cases we work on from that part of the world). I'd thought that Dd would like a copy of it, because he'd spent time there in the Air Corps and always remembered it fondly. And, yeah, I didn't have a chance to give it to him before, well, everything happened. :-(

I didn't burst into tears (though that's quite possible with me--you know us nervy, emotional Dutch-English hybrids). But I did sort of stop suddenly and say "Oh!" and feel very sad. And now when I look at the identical map that's in my cube, I feel sad again.

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Re: awww :(

[kmpleet.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that's pretty much what we believe...not some, like, ghost or angel or spirit or something, but rather the influence they had on us when they were here, the things that they taught us, the experiences we had with them that shaped us both, etc....that type of thing.

So, it does help to think that in the way the fact that we touched eachother's lives means that they are still here.