Hauntingly poignant. We all experience loss & deal with it in individual ways. Perhaps this will be my writing prompt for today.
“Write about a loss: something (or someone) that was part of your life, and isn’t any more. Today’s twist: Make today’s post the first in a three-post series.”
Another repost from June.
Loss means three distinct things to me. First, loss as I think we all understand it, a death, a break-up, something had and now lost. Second, it’s a longing for things we never knew, a nostalgia for the unknown. And finally, it’s straying from who we are, for reasons as varied as there are people in this world, losing oneself.
Today I will talk about the first type of loss.
Loss, to lose, to have had and not to have anymore, thoughts of a great friend gone flash through my head. Everything he was and we were snatched out of thin air when he died. He was there, and then he was not. But was it that…
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